If Lin Xiangnan hadn't kept mentioning that he wanted to buy medicine, Jiang Mian would have thought they were doing cosplay.
I had a vague idea of the answer in my mind, but I just couldn't quite grasp it.
“This is my friend, Zhang Qian.”
"Qian, these are the kind people who helped me call the police."
As Lin Xiangnan made the introductions, he knew the names of Jiang Mian and the others from the police's questioning earlier, but he still didn't dare to call them out casually, instead referring to them as "good people."
"I wouldn't call them good people," Jiang Mian said, as if it were their first meeting. "It was just a small favor we did."
"Thank you so much for preventing Nan Nan from suffering any greater harm."
The boy named Zhang Qian also bowed and thanked them. His voice was the same as when they last met, as if he was deliberately using a high-pitched voice.
After the thanks were given, an inexplicable silence fell over the room.
At this point, both sides should have parted ways and gone home.
But Jiang Mian couldn't help but ask the question: "Lin Xiangnan, what kind of medicine do you want to buy?"
There were no roundabout ways, no deliberate probing.
Like those clean and clear eyes, it barged in headlong and spread throughout other people's hearts.
“Nan Nan…”
Seeing the worry in Zhang Qian's eyes, Lin Xiangnan gently shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
Then, looking directly into Jiang Mian's eyes, she uttered an answer that seemed unbearable and could instantly change anyone's expression: "I am a trans woman, and the medicine I want to buy is actually a sugar pill that can help us change."
But after he said it, he regretted it.
He was terrified that disgust and revulsion would surface in those clean, clear eyes.
But the next second, Jiang Mian spoke, in a tone as if discussing a casual topic: "So, did you buy it?"
"Not yet, that man lied to me."
As soon as he spoke, Lin Xiangnan could feel his voice had gone hoarse.
That was an emotional outburst after experiencing deception, hurt, and grievance; he didn't even know how to control his mouth anymore, he just subconsciously continued to speak:
"Actually, I wish he could keep lying, so I could still have some hope. Why doesn't he keep lying? Besides, I promised that I would work hard and use the money to buy medicine, but..."
Before he could say anything more, Jiang Mian rushed over and hugged him tightly.
At this moment, the silent comfort has reached its peak.
More important than words is the redemption that comes from the souls that passes through each other's bodies.
Lin Xiangnan leaned on Jiang Mian's shoulder, without any overly romantic thoughts in his mind.
He simply relaxed his body and mind quietly and gradually under the gentle patting of the river.
It's so warm.
He seemed to have seen angels after suffering.
But a slight stinging sensation came over my nose, and it felt like something was about to spill from my eyes.
Lin Xiangnan kept his eyes tightly closed, worried that tears might slip out.
The angels will see his wretched face, streaked with tears.
[PS: It snowed lightly last night. I thought I'd see it when I woke up, but it didn't disappear as quickly as it fell. Are we southerners really not worthy of seeing snow...? Also, I've been trying to get some screen time for Young Master He for days, but I still haven't gotten it. The lawyer's notice has arrived at my home. I'm going to have a private negotiation tomorrow. If there are no updates, don't wait... (Is this some kind of new excuse for stopping updates???)]
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