"Erxi, you... don't cry." Seeing her face covered with tears, Su Yifeng's heart thrust and felt a little at a loss.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears and say something to comfort her, but when he saw her desperate and sad expression, he dared not say anything or do anything, for fear that saying something wrong would make her even more sad.

Lin Xiyue didn't know how long she had been standing in the cold winter wind in the same posture until her fingertips were cold and the blood in her body solidified...

Then, she suddenly squatted on the ground like crazy, picked up the white scarf from the trash cans filled with cans, plastic bottles and various shredded papers, and held it in her palm tremblingly.

Although every stitch on it was clumsy and immature, it was not perfect. She had been woven for several nights.

The pure and flawless white scarf is just like the feelings she once gave to him, so simple and pure.

How many times can a person give his sincerity without reservation in his life? How many times can he be so brave to hand that sincerity into the hands of another person...

And he treated her sincerity to him as garbage and threw it away casually.

Tears fell on the white scarf one by one, leaving a deep and shallow mark on it, making a slight sound.

Lin Xiyue bit her lower lip tightly, not wanting to cry too much, but she was crying more and more and more, and she was getting more and more uncontrollable.

Just as she was crying heartbroken, a warm big hand reached over and pulled her up from the ground: "Don't be sad, my shoulders... can be lent to you."

Lin Xiyue was so sad that she cried so much that her brain was lacking in oxygen. She was soft and dizzy. At this moment, she needed warmth and support...

So she leaned gently on his shoulder, covered her mouth and sobbed quietly, tears soaking his school uniform jacket: "Su Yifeng, that bet...I lost. You are right, he can't like me, I...I don't want to...I like him again..."

Feeling her body trembling gently, Su Yifeng's heart also twitched, trembling in the cold wind.

After so long, he has been waiting for the day when she no longer likes Yin Haochen.

However, when this day really came, he realized that he was not as happy as he thought.

Because he saw her so sad, he felt so heartbroken that he was about to suffocate.

While patting her back, he slowly pulled away the white scarf from her hand.

Lin Xiyue watched the scarf come into his hands little by little from her fingertips, subconsciously raised her eyes and met his deep eyes.

She saw him put the white scarf on his shoulder, wrapped it in a few circles, and then curled the corners of his lips at her: "This scarf...he doesn't want it, I want it."

He doesn't want you, I want it.

Lin Xiyue stared blankly, blinking her swollen eyes. It took a long time to come back to her senses, lowered her eyes and sniffed, and said, "But... they are all dirty, and they are also ugly."

"Who said that?" Su Yifeng patted the dust on it, and slowly rubbed it by his long finger, as if he was treating the most precious thing, "It's not dirty at all, it's not ugly at all. This is the Erxi brand scarf, the only one in the world."

"Forget it, you'd better not to force it." Lin Xiyue's mood seemed to be a little better by being comforted by him, but she thought that he was such a cleanliness obsessed with and so much more eyes than the top, how could she look down on such a broken scarf?

"Not at all." Su Yifeng wrapped the scarf tighter, and his smile became gentler as he got, "I like this scarf very much."
Chapter completed!