Chapter 59 "Idiot, I'm here to coax you."

"That's not necessary."

Qiao Moya frowned slightly: "But you shouldn't bully her everywhere in the variety show. Even if you don't make amends, you should learn to be tolerant. This is what you owe her."

Li Zhi only felt a sudden pain in her sprained ankle.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her nose was red. "Then what did I do wrong?"

"You——" Qiao Moya suddenly choked.

Li Zhi already had an old injury from dancing ballet.

When I sprained my ankle just now, I was so full of anticipation and surprise that my high adrenaline diluted the pain.

But at this moment her heart was gradually chilled.

After being sobered up by Qiao Moya's cold water and even falling into disappointment, foot pain and heartache broke out at the same time.

"It was the confinement nanny you hired who lost your biological daughter and snatched me away from my family."

Li Zhi's voice was filled with tears, and she suddenly raised her tone: "I didn't come to the Jiang family on my own initiative!"

Qiao Moya was silent for a long time again.

Then he spoke again: "Li Zhi, the Jiang family has never treated you badly. You have enjoyed all the glory and wealth that should have belonged to Youyou. You have obtained a wealthy life and top-notch educational resources that most families cannot give you. Shouldn't you be grateful and celebrate this oolong, but instead blame me?"

Li Zhi was so angry that she chuckled.

She raised her face, with tears in her eyes, and said, "I am very grateful for your raising me for the past 24 years, and I have no right to blame you for kicking me out of your home when I have no blood relationship with you."

"But let's be frank. I have never owed Jiang Zhiyou anything. There is no reason for me to tolerate her acting so arrogantly in front of me."

"Li Zhi!" Qiao Moya was a little angry. "Is this how I taught you to speak all these years?"

"It was Jiang Zhiyou who first provoked me. She was the one who slandered me and bullied me online for publicity. I was almost expelled from the National Ballet of China. I will slowly settle this account with her."

Li Zhi suppressed her trembling voice and said, "I will find a way to repay everything the Jiang family has given me."

"Li——"

“Beep, beep, beep!”

Qiao Moya wanted to say something else, but Li Zhi suddenly hung up the phone, leaving only a cold busy tone.

The nights in Xinjiang have returned to silence.

Li Zhi sat on a bench, the evening breeze blowing on her face. The tears that had stubbornly refused to fall in her eyes were rubbed by the wind, blurring her vision and making her eyeballs cold.

She fluttered her eyelashes and lowered her eyes.

Completely change Qiao Moya's caller note from "Mom" to her full name, and remove her from the top priority of emergency contacts.

This family affection that I once relied on the most was completely dug out from my heart and returned to nothing.

Li Zhi endured the pain and stood up.

Her slender white fingers were slightly bent as she supported the tree beside her. Her eyelashes flickered lightly, and as her eyelashes fluttered, the tears that had been held back for a long time suddenly fell in strings.

Li Zhi wanted to look up and hold back her tears.

But when she raised her eyes, she saw a tall, eerie figure in black clothes in her tear-blurred vision.

Lou Yanjing didn't know how long he stood there.

He was leaning against a tree, his bony hand hooked around a plastic bag, with his other finger holding a cigarette. The scarlet cigarette butt illuminated his already cold white hands, and the lingering smoke made his eyes even darker and thicker.

Seeing Li Zhi discovered himself.

Lou Yanjing wiped out the scarlet with his fingertips and threw the completely extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can.

Then he stretched out his long legs and walked towards Li Zhi.

In the dim light, Lou Yanjing leaned closer, raised his hand and gently brushed her eyelids with his fingertips, his voice low and unclear: "Are you crying?"

Li Zhi is no longer crying.

But the tears that had just fallen had already wet her eyelashes, making them appear even darker and thicker.

She sniffed her red nose gently.

There was still a tear hanging on her lower eyelashes, and her voice was sticky, with a hint of crying: "Lou Yanjing."

Li Zhi still held her neck straight with pride and unwillingness to admit defeat.

Her raised face caught the dim light of the street lamp, making her tearful eyes even more moist and bright: "Did you come here on purpose to see me laugh?"

Lou Yanjing snorted unhappily.

He bent his knuckles and gently rubbed Li Zhi's eyelids, then suddenly lifted them up, causing her eyelashes to tremble. The tear hanging on her lower eyelashes was brushed into Lou Yanjing's hand.

He whispered, "Am I so bad?"

Li Zhi fluttered her eyelashes and looked away.

Realizing that Lou Yanjing was wiping her tears, she turned her face away, raised her hand, bent her knuckles and tapped them a few times: "It's me who can only see jokes now."

Lou Yanjing sneered lightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Who is so ignorant as to dare to laugh at our precious Miss Zhizhi?"

Li Zhi choked with tears and said nothing.

"Idiot." Lou Yanjing bowed his neck slightly.

He rubbed his knuckles and flicked Li Zhi's forehead, his voice low: "I'm here to comfort you."

Li Zhi looked back at Lou Yanjing, fluttering her wet eyelashes.

I saw him bending down and kneeling on one knee on the ground, putting the plastic bag in his hand aside.

His well-defined hands gently pinched her ankle through her boots, then he raised his head and looked at her with raised eyebrows: "Are you hurt?"

Li Zhi stood and looked down at him.

For the first time, she realized that although there was a 20-centimeter height difference between her and Lou Yanjing, she did not need to stand on tiptoe or look up, but had to lower her head to look into his eyes.

Li Zhi was silent no longer.

She hummed and responded, "Yeah."

Lou Yanjing tutted his tongue in dissatisfaction. He opened the plastic bag and said, "Sit down. Let me take a look."

Li Zhi looked at the plastic bag curiously.

She leaned against the tree trunk and sat back on the bench, stretching her white swan neck. "What are those things?"

Lou Yanjing raised his eyelids slightly.

He took off Li Zhi's small leather boots and rubbed the tendon under her swollen ankle with his hands.

"hiss--"

Li Zhi's attention was suddenly diverted, and she gasped at the force of the move: "Lou Yanjing!"

It was like a little swan flapping its wings on the lake, wishing it could slap him in the face: "It hurts!"

"Do you feel the pain now?" Lou Yanjing raised an eyebrow. "When you stepped on the high heels as if they were hot wheels just now, were your feet in pain?"

Li Zhi snorted in dissatisfaction.

The main point is that it is okay to go crazy but not waste time: "It's obviously that staircase that is blind. When it saw me coming, didn't it know to hide?"

Lou Yanjing chuckled deeply.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Li Zhi's high spirits as she abandoned the stage: "Okay, you still know how to joke with me."

Lou Yanjing turned his gaze back to her ankles.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly: "It seems that our Miss Zhizhi's heart is not completely cold yet. She can be warmed up by holding her in your palm."

Li Zhi was suddenly stunned.

She bent and tightened her fingers that were leaning on the bench, and felt as if her heart, which had just been hurt by Qiao Moya, was suddenly held back in the palm of someone else's hand who cared about her.

"Just this one?"

Lou Yanjing was still kneeling on one knee in front of Li Zhi, gently pinching her uninjured ankle, and lifting it up to place it on his knee.

Li Zhi squinted and glanced at him: "What else? How unlucky would I have to be to have both my feet sprained at the same time?"

Boil the eagle.