Is it really a straight girl?

Does it hurt?

The pure black pupils were trembling weakly, could this kind of expression, such a demeanor, actually appear on Miss Xuewu's face?

So peculiar.

Uncontrollable tears came out of the eyes, and the tears stained Miss Xuewu's hands rubbing her eyes. She strongly suppressed her voice, and even covered her lips from time to time, but the muffled voice and moaning continued to convey her own pain.

Looking at such a lovable person, guilt spreads from Mi Ji's heart.

It was I who let Xuewu bear such pain, and it was I who continued to create such pain.

sorry--

The hand holding Xuewu's shoes continued to move slowly and abnormally. Amidst the extremely soft friction sound, the ankles went down and down, and after reaching a natural critical point, the shoes suddenly loosened, losing the confinement of the feet. With gravity pressing down on Yaki's left hand.

Xue Wu immediately covered her cherry lips, but a rapid cry of pain came out of her nasal cavity, her eyes closed suddenly, and tears were splashed all around.

The girl slowly took off Xuewu's shoes from her toes and put them aside.

Miss Xuewu's sensitivity on her feet seems to be particularly high. She just frowned when the wooden sword hit her shoulder hard before. For ordinary people, the two kinds of pain should be similar.

But for Xuewu, the ankle sprain was unbearable and uncontrollable pain, so much so that she shed tears.

Miss Xuewu was wearing the most common white boat socks, and Miji carefully took them off little by little, and her naked jade feet appeared in front of Miji with a slight trembling.

Gray bruises spread across the ankles like the plague.

Mi Ji didn't dare to touch, for fear of stimulating the wound again and causing Xuewu's pain, she looked up at Xuewu's face quietly again.

Xuewu is no longer the sassy, ​​capable and unrestrained look she used to be. Although she is still the same person, her facial features have softened. When she closes her eyes and breaths out because she doesn’t need to take off anything, the corners of her mouth and brows relax to Mi Ji. the feeling is...

cute.

Miss Xuewu is such a beautiful and lovable person.

The girl felt her heart beat a little faster, and there was a stuffy feeling rising from her chest, as if her breath was getting warmer.

Miji raised his hand, wanting to help the other party wipe his eyes, but he stretched it out and put it down embarrassedly.

In a few deep breaths, Ms. Yukigi returned to the relaxed state before she took off her shoes, and without averting her gaze, she looked at Miki with her dark pupils and continued the previous topic.

"After I came here, I also tried to look for other lives." Xuewu bit her lips lightly, covering her sigh and said, "Everyone says that girls my age like beautiful clothes, so I will go too." Try to touch these..."

"But what is liking? What do you mean by liking?"

"I bought a lot of expensive clothes, but I didn't like any of them. It doesn't mean anything to me to call them beautiful. If you like them, Miki, I can give them to you. I have given up going to Collect and customize these things..."

Miss Xuewu uttered these words as if she had opened the valve of her heart.

"I can only do one thing."

"Maybe I can only become a kind of person and die quietly in a dark corner."

Xue Wu's words sounded so low that it was distorted.

Is everything as she said?

Mi Ji stared at the pair of eyes that were so dark that they didn't have a hint of brown, and didn't avoid the other party's sight. Rather, the snow fog in front of her should avoid her sight.

For she would retort:

"not like this."

A kind of warmth surged up from her chest, prompting the girl to say something like this: "Miss Xuewu I saw is not a killer, not someone who should die in an unknown corner."

Don't draw yourself a status symbol.

Man is changeful, contradictory and transcendent.

"Miss Xuewu is a very beautiful person." Mi Ji clenched his left hand into a fist, gently placed it on his chest, and touched the silver flashing cross pendant.

"Everyone says that Ms. Xuewu is very kind to her friends and takes good care of those around her. It would be great to have a good relationship with Ms. Xuewu." Mi Ji distorted Lianhua's words before: "What I saw Although Miss Xuewu is a bit dull, sometimes she speaks very bluntly, which makes people feel a little embarrassed, but—"

"Miss Xuewu is a very good person in my heart, so good that I hope to become friends with Miss Xuewu."

Miki said so.

She doesn't want anyone to use an inherent identity to restrict all her possibilities.

People are not bound by identity, nor are they represented by a word.

People should be beyond these.

"This is Miss Xuewu in my eyes." Mi Ji looked directly into the other's pupils and retorted directly.

Miss Xuewu is not a killer, at least in Mi Ji's eyes, she has never been, but Xuewu in her eyes.

Stop looking for any identity.

"And I'm looking at you right now," Miki said.

"..."

Xuewu opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something just now, but after Miji's last words were spoken, she fell silent again.

Yuzu Raven's pancreas trembled slightly, and it seemed that there was still constant pain stimulating the nerves and pouring into his mind.

"What if this me is fake?"

Miss Xuewu's gaze did not shift in any way, and she looked at the girl's pupils.

Almost no color can be seen in the pitch-black pupils, swallowing all the light like a black hole.

"If the me that Mi Ji saw was just a little bit of appearance, if Mi Ji has never seen the real snow and fog, if this is the case..."

"If you really know me, can you still say such a thing?"

Her voice became low and serious.

This girl with black long straight hair style still has some tear stains on her expressionless face, her gaze is almost fixed on Yaki's pupils.

Mi Ji suddenly had the feeling of being stared at by some cobra, and a coolness rose from behind and soaked into the bone marrow.

She didn't look away from her instinct of fear.

Another rebuttal:

"I think that the Miss Xuewu who treated me well before, and now this lovely Miss Xuewu, has a gentle Miss Xuewu hidden deep in her heart—"

"it is true!"

-

120 Seven, Miss Xuewu is very light

The golden-haired doctor with a single ponytail and a white coat brought a medical supplies box.

He squatted down in front of Xuewu, opened the box, and found simple medical supplies such as cotton swabs, plasters, and bandages.

After disinfection and cleaning, she said: "If the tissue is slightly damaged, it will be fine to rest for about two weeks, and the plaster will recover faster if you change the plaster every day."

Miji heard Xuewu suppressing the pain and let out a soft hum as the simplest response.

Although the doctor didn't seem very reliable, his technique was flexible and skillful. After disinfection, he applied ointment... This series of actions didn't make Xuewu cry out too much.

Only when the ankle was fixed with a bandage at the end, and I pulled it hard, did I hear an unbearable cry of pain.

It looked so painful, the covered mouth was suddenly released, the uncontrollable pain turned into a sound, and the whole body leaned forward like a twitch, and immediately bit his lower lip after moaning in pain, opened his eyes wide and wept, After realizing his gaffe, he rubbed his eyes with his right hand, lowered his head so that his front hair covered his facial features.

There is a strange beauty in it.

It is somewhat understandable why Miss Chitose wants to break Xuewu's feet.

But so perverted...

Mi Ji shook his head aside, denying the joy that had arisen in his heart just now.

The doctor with the golden retriever clapped his hands, casually grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper in the medical box to wipe Xuewu's tears, returned to the counter and the medicine cabinet, took another sip of Coke and put it there to relax, and then found out The plain white bag contained some bandages and ointments, and the price was quoted.

When Miji ran to the counter to pay the money, and wanted to go back and carry Miss Xuewu back to the apartment.

the phone is ringing.

A series of rhythmic electronic sounds sounded on Xuewu's body. Her mobile phone seemed to be on the loudest alarm. When it rang, the whole clinic echoed this simple rhythm.

The rhythm lacks a bit of bass, and it can even feel a little harsh and impatient.

Miji looked over curiously, but couldn't see Miss Xuewu's expression covered by her front hair.

This black girl hair-style Gao Lingzhihua is placing the mobile phone screen in front of her, and Mi Ji can see the black and white pattern on the screen from a distance.

Mi Ji had never heard music of this rhythm before, and it was harsh like a warning sound.

Miss Xuewu's fingers moved slightly, and she answered the phone, holding it to her ear through her long hair.

喂、

Xue Wu's voice was so low that it didn't sound like a daily chat.

Yaki guessed that the other party might be answering the call from the killer's work number.

Is Miss Xuewu talking about work now?

A little scared, but also a little curious.

Miss Xuewu listened to the voice on the phone, surrounded by a quiet and depressing atmosphere.

Mi Ji grabbed the bag of medical supplies and approached slowly, the sound of footsteps on the white tiles and in the silent air.

The surrounding air became somewhat stagnant and silent in this atmosphere.

It seems that breathing has become a little more troublesome.

Miji had a bad premonition, her heartbeat became heavy, and the pulse in her ear trembled, and she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Under the pale light, Miss Xuewu simply said:

"I see."

Then hang up the phone and put the phone in your pocket.

She slowly got out of the hunched state, straightened her slender waist, and her long night hair was attached to her shoulders.

Mi Ji finally saw the opponent's facial features clearly. Although the eye sockets were a little red, the tears had been wiped away, and the tear stains had disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Miji sat on the blue cushion of the bench beside Xuewu.