Nanzhi froze, looking at him: "Why?"
“Because…” Jiang Qingyan lowered his hands and stroked his legs, his originally gentle expression suddenly turning dejected, “Zhizhi, everyone thinks I’m very optimistic, but they don’t know how much pain I’m in when the night is quiet.”
Nanzhi's expression changed, and she subconsciously looked at his legs.
"It's been three years. My leg has been crippled for three years. In these three years, everyone has looked at me with pity. They pity me because I'm so young and I've become a cripple."
Despite the cruelty of the story, he didn't break down in tears; he simply recounted it with a somber expression.
It was this slump that made Nanzhi feel the bitterness within.
“Every time I get late at night, I think to myself, what is the point of a disabled person’s life?”
He looked up at her, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "Zhizhi, I know you don't like me. And it's true, I don't even like myself."
In the past, if Nanzhi had to watch a grown man being emo, she might have found it annoying.
However, the other party was Jiang Qingyan.
He's a really handsome guy.
Watching a handsome guy like Emo is both perverted and interesting.
Nan Zhi quickly leaned closer: "Jiang Qingyan, I don't dislike you."
"You don't dislike it?" Jiang Qingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked up at her.
"Yes, I don't dislike it at all; on the contrary, I like it very much."
"You like it very much?" Jiang Qingyan murmured repeatedly, his eyes almost overflowing with uncontrollable joy.
"Yes, I like it very much." She paused deliberately, lowered her head and leaned closer to him, the unique fragrance of a girl lingering around his nose.
Jiang Qingyan's hand twitched, and just as he couldn't resist the urge to hug her...
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