The park is sparsely lit at night.
Occasionally, there would be people jogging at night, passing by not far away in the summer breeze.
She sat in the corner of the stone steps.
A person was sitting there, holding her skirt.
A few meters away from her, there was a street lamp.
The light couldn't shine directly on her.
But looking from a distance, one could see a figure sitting with arms folded beyond the light.
Xinluo was crying, sobbing silently.
With her arms curled up, her fair, slender neck was buried deep in her arms.
Only the slightly shaking of her shoulders revealed her emotions at the moment.
No one would care about the woman sitting in the corner of the stone steps and crying.
In this city, so many people cry every day.
Life brings pressure to people. People who are overwhelmed by life always have too much pressure and need to vent.
People who ran at night would occasionally pass by and would just look at her curiously.
Then, he looked away as if it didn't matter and continued walking.
…
Until a figure walked out from the shadows.
He walked up to her, breaking her lonely sobs.
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"What’s wrong with you?"
A childish voice suddenly sounded beside the empty stone steps.
He lowered his voice deliberately, as if he was imitating the calm tone of an adult.
The woman sitting on the stone steps, crying with her arms folded, did not look up.
She continued to shrug silently and cry silently.
This caused a hint of hesitation to flash across the cold black eyes of the boy standing in front of her.
The woman on the stone steps didn't move, and he didn't move either, they just stood there.
Until a while later, the woman was still crying quietly, and the boy's cold little face began to sink little by little.
He had to accept reality.
It seemed that what he said just now was ignored by the woman in front of him who was crying so hard.
A hint of hesitation flashed across his narrow eyes again.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand and gently poked the woman's exposed soft white arm with his short index finger.
He poked it and found it was much softer than he expected.
So, I poked it again.
Xinluo was crying silently. She was holding back the grief in her heart and gritting her teeth to prevent herself from crying out loud.
But suddenly, my arm seemed to be poked by something soft.
At first she thought it was her own illusion.
Then, there was another one.
Then, there was another one.
The person who poked her seemed to be addicted to poking her.
When she didn't look up, he kept poking and prodding.
Xinluo was immediately angry.
She was already pitiful enough, she just wanted to find a place to cry loudly, but why did someone still come to disturb her even though she had hidden here!
Xinluo suddenly raised her head and wanted to tell the people who were harassing her to get lost.
However, all her movements stopped when her eyes met those deep and narrow starry eyes.
At this moment, she felt as if time had stopped.
The boy in front of him had a pair of narrow black eyes that were extremely similar to Lu Yuchen's.
…
Seeing that she finally responded, the coldness on the boy's face finally faded away.
However, the messy makeup on the woman's face made him frown slightly.
He narrowed his eyes, imitated an adult, and asked in a deep voice: "Who bullied you?"
"you… "
Xinluo looked at the boy who appeared out of nowhere in front of her and thought for a moment that she was hallucinating.
The little boy in front of him looked only four or five years old.
Soft black hair draped over her forehead, a pair of deep, narrow black eyes, hidden behind the hair, stared at her intently. (To be continued)