She stared at He Yanhuan intently. At first, He Yanhuan didn't react. After he reacted, he actually reached out to snatch the flower from Jun Li's hand. Jun Li was caught off guard and was actually snatched away by him.
But there were thorns on the flower branch, and when he pulled it, Jun Li's hand was instantly broken.
She only felt a slight sting, and when she looked again, she saw blood beads on her index finger.
Jun Li was also angry. She snatched the flower back from He Yanhuan's hand, found the bottle in his room, poured out half of the water, put the flower in it, and then placed it on He Yanhuan's desk.
He Yanhuan quietly looked at the flowers in Jun Li's hand until she placed the flowers on the table, then he finally walked over.
Jun Li saw him looking down at the flower and said, "If you like it, bring it back. Is that difficult?"
He Yanhuan didn't answer, and Jun Li didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, her anger subsided, and she saw He Yanhuan slowly reaching out his hand. She thought he was going to touch the petals, but He Yanhuan gently pinched the petals with his fingers. She leaned over and saw that his fingertips were also a little red. It turned out that the blood on her fingers was accidentally stained on them when she was touching the flowers just now.
She was helpless, thinking that He Yanhuan might not have heard what she had just said, so she could only sigh, took out a tissue from her body, and wanted to help He Yanhuan wipe it, but He Yanhuan suddenly held her hand.
He kept staring at her hands as if he had seen something strange.
No, to be precise, it was the wound on the finger that was about to solidify.
Then she watched He Yanhuan reach out his hand, pinch her fingertips, and squeeze hard. The wound that had just healed was forced to bleed again. Jun Li was so angry that she wanted to pull her hand back, but He Yanhuan looked at her hand and smiled.
That smile was like the tender buds on a toon tree; even the upward curve made people feel happy. It had a kind of light beauty, but it was enough to suffocate people. Jun Li was also dazed for a moment.
In my mind, the dull petals gradually brightened up with this smile.
He Yanhuan held her fingers in his palm. He could even feel the lines on his dry palm. He held them for a long time before letting go. The blood on his fingertips stopped again, and a flash of red appeared on his palm.
He didn't care about his palm, nor Jun Li, and just sat on the chair in front of her, opened the sketchbook, took out a pencil, and started drawing, first the outline, then the details.
He was drawing the flower on the table. Even though it was not colored, the flower looked as beautiful as the real thing when it appeared on the sketch paper. After he finished drawing, he took a colored pencil from the side and colored the flower. After that, he took another one with a deeper red color.
The tip of the pen fell on the petals, and a touch of dark red appeared on the bright red petals. She compared them carefully and found that it was exactly the place stained with her blood.
What is even more strange is that, apart from the receptacle, he did not paint the branches below, and did not color the receptacle, only the flower was colored.
After he finished drawing, he tore off the page of paper, put it in the drawer below, and locked it.
Jun Li thought that after waiting for so long, she could finally say a few words to him, but the other party just lay down on the table, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
This is not the first time that she has been completely ignored. Jun Li was angry at the beginning, but now it seems to have become a habit.
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