Drenched in wind and rain, you come from the sea at 15

  After a long time, Lucy Yang still tightly pursed her lips and responded silently to Lu Senxiang's questioning.

  Lusen Xiang saw that Lucas Yang didn't seem to want to speak, so he took a step closer to him. His voice sounded particularly hollow in the quiet building: "That time, I asked you to go somewhere with me, but you refused. Was it because of him?"

  When he heard this sentence, Lucas Yang choked a little and his eyes gradually became moist.

  She never thought that there would be a day when someone would interrogate her like a criminal to see if she liked Duan Chenliang.

  This world always has so many unexpected things that leave you at a loss. Life is so bumpy, if you don't work hard, how can you move forward?

  But now, Lucy Yang's mind is completely blank, and when facing Lu Senxiang, she feels nothing but guilt.

  "I found you near Ah Liang's house, actually you weren't just passing by, were you?" Lu Sen Xiang took another step forward, standing within arm's length of Lu Xi Yang. His black eyes, which shone like polished stones, were veiled with a thin layer of mist at this moment, exuding a faint sense of melancholy.

  Lucy Yang lowered her head, not daring to look at Lu Senxiang's scorching gaze again.

  For all the doubts raised by Lu Senxiang, Lucy Yang did not give any response, but people with discerning eyes could see from her complex expression that she had already acquiesced to the facts in front of her, or rather, she could no longer find any excuse to continue denying, lying and hiding.

  "Why not admit it if you like someone?" Lu Senxiang finally sneered with a hint of teasing in his tone, glancing at Lucas Yang who had been silent all along.

  This smile relieved the tense atmosphere that had just been frozen, as if Lu Senxiang had just told a cold joke, and the listener didn't understand it, but he was applauding for himself.

  Lucy Yang looked up in surprise, gazing at Lu Senxiang's face with a faint smile. A feeling of being teased arose within her. But Lucy didn't get angry; instead, she was grateful for Lu Senxiang's playful smile that helped her break free from the awkward and serious atmosphere just now.

  Lucy Yang let out a slow breath, but didn't know how to respond. Should she just admit it or continue keeping silent?

  Just as Lucy Yang was hesitating, Lu Senxiang suddenly walked up to her side, grabbed her right hand and took out a paper handkerchief from his pocket to gently wipe her palm: "Stupid, bleeding so much without even realizing it."

  As soon as he heard this, Lucas lowered his head and saw that the palm of his hand was already crisscrossed with several bloodstains. Under the cold moonlight, the bright red bloodstains appeared somewhat darkened.

  Lusen Xiang gently wiped away the bloodstains on her palm, and it was only then that Lucy Yang discovered that her right palm had many cuts, which she hadn't noticed before. But now, seeing those thin and long cuts, she felt a dull ache, so she instinctively curled up her fingers, wincing in pain with a soft hissing sound.

  "Does it hurt?" Lu Senxiang grasped Ruxi Yang's right hand, neither too tightly nor too loosely, and then he slightly bent his waist, blowing gently on the palm of Ruxi Yang's hand.

  A gentle, cool breeze drifted across Ruxi Yang's palm, and he looked up in surprise at Lusen Xiang's thoughtful gesture. His heart suddenly felt a soft spot, and his nose tingled with unshed tears.

  They were just small wounds, but no one had ever treated her with such gentleness before.