How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 30 You gave me hope and blocked my light (30)

   Wen Xien shook her head, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, she bit her lip hard, and her eyes were covered with mist.

   Wen Xien couldn't see Makino's expression clearly, nor did he notice Makino's extremely unstable mood.

   "Brother Mu, I can't do it, sorry."

  Wen Xien's eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, he was the one who was insulted, but he apologized first.

   Pale to sickly skin, almost transparent in sunlight.

  The summer wind blew up Muye's clothes. He didn't know if the wind was too strong, or if the sand got into his eyes, and he felt agitated.

   "Muye, I apologize for the trouble my feelings have caused you. You are not wrong, but I didn't consider your feelings." Wen Xien pursed her lips and smiled, and the breeze ruffled her ink hair.

   That smile, fragile and bitter, that look, full of fiery love.

   made Makino's heart tighten and suppressed the panic in his heart.

  Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes slightly and walked over from the boy.

   "Sheen..." Makino called in a low voice, his voice soft and low.

   Wen Xien paused, and then left quickly.

   Makino was stunned for a long time before slowly raising his head. The sun shone on his eyes, and he couldn't open them. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and entered his hair.

   Wen Xien almost ran to the classroom at the back. It was noon. Almost all the students went to the cafeteria. Only a few were still doing their homework in the classroom.

   Wen Xien directly collided with someone at the corner. Because of inertia, she staggered back a few steps.

   And the other boy didn't move in comparison, but the tip of his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled all of a sudden.

"sorry."

  The familiar voice made Chen Jia's expression stop, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Xien with pale skin lowered his head and was about to leave.

  Chen Jia subconsciously grabbed Wen Xien's wrist, and he rubbed it a few times quietly.

  Chen Jia was stunned when he met Wen Xien's red eyes.

Wen Xien pursed her lips and said nothing. Her originally undefended, clear and gentle face became a bit dazed and embarrassed because of the reddish corners of her eyes, making her even more slender and fragile. In the end, it was hard to hold back the look of shedding tears.

   That will definitely be more beautiful

   Chen Jia's hand intensified unconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Are you crying?"

  Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes in a panic, trying to pull out his wrist, but the boy grabbed him tighter and tighter.

   "Why? Why are you crying?"

  Chen Jia stepped forward and wiped the corners of Wen Xien's eyes with his fingertips. Compared with Wen Xien's rough fingers, even though his movements were very careful, there was still a glamorous red mark on the originally pale red eyes.

   Before he could think about it, Wen Xien tilted his head to avoid his hand, his always gentle eyebrows were cold: "Please let go."

  Chen Jia didn't want to let go, he wanted to figure it out, so he went on to ask, "Why are you crying?"

   Wen Xien rubbed his eyes, lowered his head, and said softly, "Sand got into my eyes, I didn't cry."

  This clumsy lie has no trustworthiness, especially Wen Xien kept rubbing his eyes, and the back of his hands were faintly stained with tears, and the more he rubbed his eyes, the redder his eyes became.

   "I...I..." Wen Xien choked, unable to speak clearly, Muye's indifferent and harsh words seemed to be still lingering in her ears, she kept holding back so as not to be too rude in front of Muye.

   The tears couldn't be shut, and they couldn't be wiped away.

   Abuse? torture is right

   (end of this chapter)