The park at night is sparsely lit.

Occasionally, there will be people who run at night, passing by not far away in the summer breeze.

She sat at the corner of the stone steps.

A person, holding a skirt, sits there.

A few meters away from her, there was a street lamp.

The lights can't hit her directly.

But when I looked at it from a distance, I could see that beyond the shadow of the lamp, there seemed to be a figure sitting with arms crossed.

Xinluo was crying, sobbing silently.

Curled up arms, white and slender neck, buried deep in the crook of the arm.

Only her shoulders shrugged slightly, revealing her emotions at the moment.

No one cares, this woman who is sitting in the corner of the stone steps crying.

In this city, so many people cry every day.

Life brings pressure to people, and people who are overwhelmed by life always have a backlog of overweight and need to vent.

People who run at night, occasionally passing by, just look at her curiously.

Then, he looked away indifferently and moved on.

……

Until, a figure came out of the shadows.

He walked up to her and broke her lonely crying.

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"What's wrong with you?"

The childish voice suddenly sounded beside the empty stone steps.

His voice was deliberately low, as if he was learning the calm tone of an adult.

The woman who sat on the stone steps with her arms folded and wept did not look up.

She was still shrugging her shoulders silently and crying silently.

This made the boy standing in front of her, a trace of hesitation flashed in his cold black eyes.

The woman on the stone steps didn't move, and neither did he, just stood.

It wasn't until a little later that the woman was still crying in a muffled voice, and the boy's cold little face sank little by little.

He had to accept reality.

It seems that what he said just now was ignored by the woman in front of him who was crying and devoted.

His narrow eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand and used his short index finger to gently poke the woman's exposed soft white lotus arm.

poked it, and it was much softer than he expected.

So, poke it again.

Xinluo was crying in a muffled voice, she endured the grief in her heart, gritted her teeth, and didn't let herself cry out loud.

But suddenly, it was as if something soft had been poked in the arm.

At first, she thought it was her own delusion.

Immediately after that, it was again.

And then again.

The person who poked her seemed to be addicted to poking.

She didn't look up, he kept poking and prodding.

Xinluo was immediately angry.

She is pitiful enough, she just wants to find a place to cry freely, but why is she hiding here, and there are still people to disturb her!?

Xinluo suddenly raised her head, wanting to tell the people who were harassing her.

However, all movements stopped when her eyes met the deep, narrow starry eyes.

In this second, she felt as if time had stood still.

The boy in front of him has a pair of narrow black eyes that are extremely similar to Lu Yuchen.

……

Seeing that she finally reacted, the coldness on the boy's face finally disappeared slightly.

It's just that the messy makeup on the woman's face made him frown slightly.

He narrowed his eyes, imitated the appearance of an adult, and asked in a deep voice, "Who bullied you?" ”

"You ......"

Xinluo looked at the boy who appeared out of thin air in front of him, and thought for a moment that he had hallucinated.

The little boy in front of him looked like he was only four or five years old.

The soft black hair was on her forehead, and a pair of deep and narrow black eyes were hidden behind the broken hair, staring at her intently.