Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
She blinked her eye cats and squatted with her short legs, looking for the key in the shallow puddles of water.
Luckily Ye Sang’s memory wasn’t bad.
She eventually found the key from the muddy water after two or three minutes.
Ye Sang didn’t know where the equipment room was but because she was at the sports field, the equipment room must be somewhere close.
Ye Sang went around and finally found it.
She was still in pain from the push and by the time she opened the door, Ye Sang’s little legs were trembling.
Wuu.
It hurts…
Ye Sang wiped her tears away, feeling wronged. She stumbled towards the young boy who was curled up in the darkness with a pale face.
“Brodda…” Wuu wuu wuu.
The little thing was soft like a ball of candyfloss, Huo Yuchen felt the little ball crashing into his arms without reacting in time.
The young boy looked down at the ground, looking numb and lifeless.
Until he heard Ye Sang force back her sobs and rub her soft face which was still wet from the rain on his, patting on his shoulders like an adult and comforted him in a way her grandpas used to make her go to bed, “Brodda, don’t be scared…”
“Sangsang is here…” The little thing grabbed his clothes and rubbed her face on his, her soft voice sounded as clear as a stream.
Ye Sang clenched a corner of her clothes and her legs trembled slightly, her eyes also looking red.
Wuu.
Her knees hurt…
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The little girl’s “don’t be scared” finally pulled the boy’s consciousness back from the emptiness.
He looked at the messy little thing in his arms and felt dazzled for a few seconds, eventually closing his eyes and muttered her name as if he lost his soul, “Sang-Sangsang…”
He repeated her name over and over again like a drowning person clinging onto a piece of floating wood tightly.
“Brodda…” The little thing moved her arm slightly and forced back the tears in her eyes, not letting it fall down, she whispered, “It hurts…”
“…Hurts?”
The boy was obviously calmer and more collected now.
Huo Chenyu immediately noticed the blood-red mark on Ye Sang’s forehead.
He squatted down without expressions and saw how messy she was. He lifted her dress up and looked at her knees.
As expected.
Her knees and the area around them was bleeding. She spent a few minutes looking for the key in the puddle and the blood was almost washed off by the rain.
Blood sipping through her pale skin on her knees looked exceptionally ghastly to his eyes.
“If it hurts, why aren’t you crying?” The young boy lowered his head, hiding what he’s thinking about. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, looking eerie and dangerous.
He fixed his gaze on the wounds on her knees, his silence terrifying.
Ye Sang sobbed lightly as she covered her knees and whimpered with tears in her eyes. Eventually, she could no longer hold it back and continued to cry, sounding pitiful,
“Even if I cr-cry, no one will feel bad for me.” The little thing wiped the tears off stubbornly, but she couldn’t stop herself from crying.
She gave up on trying to wipe them and wept loudly.
The boy couldn’t maintain an expressionless face anymore.
He inhaled deeply and his heart ached as if needles were stabbing into it.
The boy bent down and scooped Ye Sang in his arms, carefully avoiding the wounds on her knees.
Under the little thing’s feeling-wronged eyes, the boy covered her head with his jacket to shield her from the rain.
After a long time, Huo Chenyu’s voice sounded lightly in the curtains of rain,
“I feel sorry for you.” 1