She made her way through the crowd and found a seat in the theater's auditorium.
Even if she just watched everyone playing and fighting, she felt inexplicably happy.
She looked down and saw that the concealer on her knee had been rubbed off at some point, revealing a coin-sized scar.
She simply took a tissue and wiped away the rest. There was no need to cover it up anymore.
When he arrived, he saw her sitting in the audience at a glance.
Unlike others, she is quiet and the atmosphere around her seems different.
As he walked over, a ball hit Xiaomen. He rushed over subconsciously, but it was too late.
The sleeping girl's leg was hit suddenly, and the member who accidentally threw the ball ran forward and asked, "Senior, are you okay?"
Xiaomian smiled gently: "It's okay."
Shi Wang strode over with big strides, holding the unopened cup of cold drink, knelt on one knee on the ground, and used the cold drink to apply a cold compress to her blue knee.
Zhu Mian suddenly raised her eyes, she was a little bit disbelieving.
The member also began to panic: "Senior, I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."
Xiaomian said calmly: "It's okay."
The member looked at Shi Wang: "Senior, I..."
Shi Wang's face turned ashen.
The member was on pins and needles, and Xiao Meng tried to comfort him, saying, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."
Shi Wang's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out.
Zhuomian thought it was ridiculous. He didn't seem anxious when his leg was pierced, but now he was hit by something, why was he acting so nervous?
Do you believe it yourself?
She pulled her legs back, trying to avoid him, but Shi Wang followed her.
Zhu Meng was a little speechless: "I'm fine, don't make a fuss and scare your classmates."
Shi Wang looked at her legs and said in a gentle, low voice, "It's already blue."
It was the first time that Zhu Mian saw the top of his head. In the past, he always looked down on people with cold eyes, but now his action seemed very humble in front of her. For a moment, she almost believed that he could really be so lowly in front of her.
Xiaomian looked at the member and said, "It's really okay. Go do your work first. If it really hurts, I will scream when you hit me."
The member breathed a sigh of relief and walked away, looking back every few steps.
Xiao Mian looked at the nervous Shi Wang, and suddenly mocked him deliberately: "Did you see that scar?"
Shi Wang's heart tightened for a moment, as if he could empathize with her: "How did you fall?"
Zhu Mian sneered and wanted to roll her eyes and avoid him directly: "I'm wearing a skirt, it's very inconvenient."
Shi Wang then realized that she was wearing a short skirt today. In his haste, he didn't pay attention. He pressed the bottle of cold drink on her knees, looked away, and said softly, "Hold on."
Zhuo Mian reached out to hold on to it. It was indeed a bit painful. Although she felt disgusted, she would not go to the point of self-harm.
Shi Wang sat down next to her without any self-awareness.
"I was planning to put my things on the chair."
Shi Wang followed her gaze and saw that she had a bag on the ground.
She didn't expect that Shi Wang would pick it up and put it on the seat next to him.
Zhu Meng was even more speechless. She no longer wanted it: "I'll give it to you."
Shi Wang was somewhat flattered and hesitated for a moment: "Give it to me?"
Xiaomian looked down at his phone and said perfunctorily, "Yeah."
Shi Wang's voice became gentler: "What is this?"
Zhumian put down his phone and said self-deprecatingly: "Mung bean cake, the one you like best."
Shi Wang was a little bit unbelievable: "This place is thousands of kilometers away from Nancheng, how did you..."
Xiao Meng interrupted him: "I did it."
There was no ripple in her daytime nap, as if it wasn't worth mentioning: "I learned it specifically when I liked you."
When she said this, she had a kind of intention of deliberately torturing herself, to hurt herself and remind herself that her vision of men was really bad and she always picked out the trash.
Just like she wears the school badge on her hand.
If it doesn't sting, it will only hurt again.
Shi Wang couldn't believe it.
A nameless rage welled up in Zhumian's heart. For the first time, she showed her disgust towards him. Even though she was smiling, Shi Wang could feel that her smile was cold: "You have no idea how much effort I put into learning this. Mung bean paste needs to be made by hand, and you will choke when you stir-fry glutinous rice flour. But you have never eaten it once."
Shi Wangxin was a little confused, and he doubted his memory. He whispered, "You sent it?"
Zhu Mian smiled, but his tone was sharp: "Look, you don't remember at all. You told me not to be so self-indulgent, but it was you who said at the beginning that it would be great if you could eat it on New Year's Eve, because you couldn't buy it on New Year's Eve."
The words "I want to eat something on New Year's Eve" might have been just something he said casually, or he might even have said it to someone else. Shi Wang didn't remember it at all, but when he saw the tears in her eyes, he felt like he was burning on fire.
Those eyes, which were usually cold and clear, were slightly red. This made people even more panicked because of the person who was always indifferent and calm.
He didn't know that she had put so much effort into this, but he felt heartbroken by her tears.
Although her eyes were red, she did not humble herself at all. Instead, she stood high and scrutinized him, speaking rapidly and aggressively: "If you don't like others, don't give them hope. You shouldn't have protected me in every way in the first place, making me think that—"
Shi Wang interrupted her: "I don't dislike you."
With a condescending smile, Xiaomian sneered, "I really hate you being like this. You're always acting differently, always trying to humiliate others and embarrass them. Do you know how lowly I felt back then?"
Zhu Mian stood up to leave, but Shi Wang stood up and grabbed her: "I don't know if it's too late to tell you now."
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