An Xiang stopped and turned to look at An Zimo, who was following behind without saying a word.

After an afternoon of playing around, he was no longer as clean as when he came out. His hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled, there were pinch marks and dust on his face, and he looked a bit pitiful in his filthy appearance.

An Xiang, who originally wanted to blame him, only felt heartbroken when she saw him like this.

She took out the wet tissue from her schoolbag, but An Zimo dodged it before her arm could reach her. She looked at the hand that An wanted to reach out with vigilant eyes.

An wanted to know what he was thinking, and without saying anything, he forcibly pulled him to sit on the rest chair next to him. In the end, regardless of An Zimo's resistance, he pressed the small hands hard and wiped the beautiful face carefully with a wet tissue.

Dust on the face.

Her movements were indescribably gentle. An Zimo's shoulders stiffened and he slowly stopped moving, his eyes only filled with inquiry.

"If you want to scold me, you can scold me, if you want to beat me, you can beat me. There's no need to pretend." An Zimo turned away slightly and pursed his lips together stubbornly.

"I won't hit you or scold you." An Xiang put away the wet wipes and sat next to An Zimo.

The street lights light up one after another, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold city.

"Mo Mo, do you think everyone will hurt you?" she said, her voice broken in the night.

Pedestrians were hurrying and cars were honking. Amidst the noise, the small stools the two sat on formed a quiet and gentle world.

An Zimo's hands on his knees slowly clenched into fists and he didn't answer, almost acquiescing.

"I don't know what the children and adults in the village say, and I don't know how they bully you. But..." An Xiang looked at An Zimo's profile and said word by word, "Beside me, you won't

Some people scold you, and some people will bully you. So Zimo, you can try to accept the kindness that others give you."

Doesn't she understand yet?

All his pain comes from her.

No matter what she becomes, no matter what she says, he will never accept it, and he will never accept it.

An Zimo stood up and jumped off the chair, his pupils were slightly red, and his expression was stubborn: "You saw it today, I am just so disobedient, and I will be so disobedient in the future. You can throw me away, but I won't change."

He had no relatives, no friends, and was alone all the way.

An Zimo doesn't care about any bullshit kindness and doesn't care about it.

He has been living like this all along and living a good life.

He doesn't need consideration or kindness.
Chapter completed!