Chapter 37
Back in the dormitory, Xiao Shuang covered the side of her face where the tooth was pulled with one hand and said, "It felt like torture. I'll never have a tooth pulled again. God bless me, I don't have any more bad teeth."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "Why would they give you anesthesia during the torture?"
Wang Jiazhi recalled that they all had injuries on their bodies at that time, but unlike what she imagined, they probably confessed everything after just a few blows.
If only she could hold on longer.
She was not saying this sarcastically, but remembered a saying: If your heart is broken, then the pain in your bones is nothing.
Of course, this statement was somewhat hypocritical, but she felt that it was not unreasonable.
At that time, she thought he would be able to see her one last time. Whether it was good or bad, he should at least see her once.
Xiaoshuang took painkillers but still groaned in pain at night, and a large swelling appeared on one side of her face.
She got up and brought her a cold towel to put on her face.
Xiao Shuang apologized, "I've prevented you from sleeping well."
Wang Jiazhi laughed and said, "No, I couldn't sleep anyway."
The next day, Wang Jiazhi got up and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, don't go to class."
Xiao Shuang struggled to get up and said, "I'd better go and distract myself. It hurts more if I just stay here."
Xiao Shuang went to class with Wang Jiazhi, wearing half of her guinea pig face. The teacher laughed and said, "Xiao Jia has turned into a little squirrel."
Xiao Shuang said pitifully, "I will never have my teeth pulled again."
Xiao Shuang actually has many admirers, and there's no shortage of people trying to steal Wen Runze's girlfriend. Besides her beauty, Xiao Shuang's most appealing quality is her cuteness and sweetness, like a kitten, always rubbing against people and meowing, but without the kind of pretentious, coquettish charm that can be annoying. Boys are drawn to her, and girls are drawn to her.
Xiaoshuang's face was sore and painful because of the tooth extraction, and she couldn't eat anything.
Wang Jiazhi passed by a store after school and saw Xiaoshuang and Wen Runze sitting at the window.
Wen Runze scooped up a spoonful of porridge and coaxed, "Be obedient and drink a sip. If you continue like this, your health will be damaged."
Wang Jiazhi covered her mouth. These two people are really...
The smell of sugar porridge wafted out from the store. Wang Jiazhi's heart was in turmoil when she smelled the tempting aroma.
She has always lived in poverty and it is rare for her to have a bowl of snacks.
She walked in with a slight smile and ordered only a bowl of rose sugar porridge to take away.
It was dark and Xiaoshuang had not returned yet. She sat at the table, drinking the porridge and looking at the full moon outside the window.
The sweet smell of sugar porridge with a scent of roses enveloped her, giving her a suffocating and intoxicating sense of security.
She was in great pain at that time. She knew that Kuang Yumin and the others would not care about her feelings, but she had no choice. They were the only lifeline she could try.
She didn't even expect them to pity her. Even if they gave her a perfunctory word of comfort, she could continue to deceive herself and continue to move forward with determination.
She hadn't expected it to be like that. What had she done wrong? Why did they think she wasn't even worthy of a false comfort?
When she came out from there, the winter sun felt so hot on her face. She wiped away her tears and couldn't help laughing.
How ridiculous! She actually confided in them. She was really humiliating herself.
It was noon when they got home, and Mrs. Yi went out to watch an opera with them. She went back to her room, lay on the bed and cried. Her tears dried, but she couldn't help crying again.
She didn't know why she couldn't stop crying. There was no way out and no matter how she went, it would be a dead end.
She felt uncomfortable with the tears on her face. She wanted to wash her face, but she didn't have the strength.
She seemed to be asleep for a while, but also seemed not to be asleep and was awake the whole time.
I didn't know what time it was, but it was already dark and it was still quiet outside.
She just lay quietly on the bed crying, not daring to think about anything, just feeling extremely sad and painful.
"It's better to die." She thought to herself.
After a while, the door seemed to open, and someone came over and turned on the bedside lamp.
She turned her head with tear marks on her face, like a wronged kitten. When she saw him standing in front of her, she thought she was dreaming.
She threw herself on him, hugged his waist and started crying.
He touched her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't say anything, just cried.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and asked her to rest her head on his legs. He didn't say anything, but just stroked her hair and back.
His hand was surprisingly so cold that she shuddered, and he pulled it back, realizing how cold it was.
She pulled him closer and began to cry on his pillow. The big, cold hand felt very reassuring and warm to her.
He didn't say anything, and after crying for a while she stopped crying too. She felt relieved and forgot why she was in so much pain.
After she calmed down, she realized that her tears and snot had smeared a large area of his clothes. Why did he ask her to wipe her tears with his clothes?
She tugged at her clothes with her little hands, feeling very sorry.
"Eat something."
He kissed her on the head, put a pillow on her head, covered her with a quilt and went out.
After a while, my mother brought some porridge and some side dishes.
She didn't want to eat at all, and he just left like that. She suspected that she had just dreamed.
After a while, the porridge had become cold. He changed his clothes and came back in, asking her to sit up.
At this time, my mother came in and brought rose, red bean and taro sprout sweet porridge.
She was a little overwhelmed, but she saw that both her mother and he acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, she knew that her mother must know about their affair, but she still felt guilty.
He picked it up and wanted to feed her, but she only took a sip from his hand and was too embarrassed to pick it up and drink it herself.
You can't make any demands when you live there. Mrs. Yi likes seafood porridge, but he only drinks plain porridge. I don't know how he knew she liked sweet porridge.
He might have overheard a conversation at the poker table about rose porridge from his hometown. But it wasn't difficult for him; one couldn't do this without meticulous attention to detail.
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