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The numb fingers of A’Li’s right hand were tightly clenched, but slowly his fingers loosened and the paper ball inside fell to the ground and was instantly soaked in the rainwater.
Xiao Yan quickly picked up the paper ball and unfolded the crumpled paper.
The words written on the paper were smudged and the black ink was scattered. But Xiao Yan could still vaguely see the words: Okay.
It seemed like a compromise and a deep helplessness.
Yesterday’s absurdity couldn’t be erased, no amount of rain could wash away the traces left by Xiao Yan on his dirty body.
Yesterday’s blue-red bruises have slowly turned into deep purple today.
A’Li’s eyes were dull, and no matter how white his clothes were, they couldn’t hide the fact that now he was dirty.
His body was like the white clothes that were thrown on the ground and run over with the feet, no longer being clean and precious.
In the early morning, looking at the gloomy weather outside, his bruised wrist holding the pen was as heavy as a lifting thousand kilograms of iron.
A’Li used all his strength to write a few short strokes of the word “Okay” on the paper.
A’Li thought, that if Xiao Yan didn’t come to marry him today because of the bad weather, then what he said to her yesterday would become a joke on him.
Or if she really didn’t want to give him any dignity while asking for their marriage, then he really had no other way to deal with this situation.
He couldn’t really degenerate into using his body to blackmail a woman who had forced him into fulfilling her promise.
It wasn’t until Xiao Yan arrived in the heavy rain and respectfully knelt on the ground that the wall A’Li had built up all morning around his heart suddenly collapsed.
He had no strength left. He really felt that he could not fight against this woman.
His legs were weak, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground in the rain.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan was startled and subconsciously reached out to help him.
A’Li pressed his forehead forward against Xiao Yan’s collarbone, biting his pale lips and crying bitterly.
Through this rain curtain, he was not afraid of being seen by his mother, and he could cry happily.
“I’m sorry.” Xiao Yan put her hands on his shoulders, lowered her eyes, and apologized in a soft voice.
After A’Li cried enough, Xiao Yan picked him up. Even if his stature was not short, his weight was extremely light.
If she hadn’t known that there was healthy flesh on the skeleton under the clothes, Xiao Yan would have thought that A’Li was so thin that only this bone was left.
Seeing their interaction, Mother Li had been dumbfounded for a long time, and she had no idea what the situation was.
She hurriedly held up an umbrella to meet them and quickly covered the big umbrella over Xiao Yan’s head.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan said, “Auntie, I don’t need it anymore, I am already soaking wet, you should hold an umbrella first and don’t get wet.”
Mother Li glanced at her, thinking that if her son hadn’t been in this person’s arms, she would have slapped this umbrella on Xiao Yan’s head!
“It’s okay, a little less water will make you a little less wet.” When she spoke, she still held the umbrella without moving her wrist.
Xiao Yan sent A’Li back to his room. A’Li was wet and the thin white clothes were stuck to him after being soaked in the rain.
The thin waist was outlined, even the color of the flesh had already been exposed.
Xiao Yan and Mother Li stood at the door, leaving A’Li inside to change clothes.
Mother Li put away the umbrella, thinking of the generous dowry in the main room, she felt a little embarrassed.
Staring blankly at the rain curtain in front of her, she was thinking about the atmosphere between A’Li and Xiao Yan. She had a feeling that the scene looked somewhat strange but she didn’t know why.
Xiao Yan lowered her eyes, the clothes on her body were dripping wet, and after a while, there was a small puddle around her feet.
Xiao Yan didn’t notice it at all, the fingers hanging on her side trembled slightly, and all she remembered was A’Li’s warm body temperature on his fingertips.
The temperature was completely different from yesterday, her heart was quivering, and her breathing was slightly heavy.
Just a simple body temperature could mess up her breathing…
Xiao Yan scorned herself, how could her mind rush towards this kind of thing at this time?