After realizing this, the boy's heart beat faster.
He swallowed hard.
The hands were clasped together tightly.
"that……"
What does the boy want to explain?
Open and close your mouth several times.
But nothing was said.
He doesn't know what to explain?
Could it be that to say I'm sorry, his tone just now was too rude?
Wouldn't this... be a bit too weak?
…
Finally, the boy who hesitated for a long time repeated those words.
"This maple leaf is mine."
The tone was much gentler than before.
Not so aggressive anymore.
…
The boy pinched his fingers.
Isn't this a bit too weak?
He wants to take back the maple leaves...
He raised his eyes and stared at the man in front of him who was half a head taller than him.
Only this thing...
He won't give in.
…
Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Your maple leaf?"
…
"Um."
The boy nodded vigorously.
"My maple leaf."
….
The boy reaches out his hand.
"Please give it back to me."
The boy's eyes were burning.
There was a hand clenched into a fist hanging by the side, which could not help but tighten a little more.
The next second, the boy was stunned.
Why?
…
Xiao Xiao stretched out his hand in front of the boy.
Facing the boy's surprised and confused eyes, he curled up his lips and said, "Here."
…
The boy was a little confused.
He looked at Xiao Xiao, and then at the maple leaf that was very close to him.
After going back and forth a few times...
The boy finally slowly reached out to the maple leaf.
…
Just when the boy's fingertips were about to touch the maple leaf -
Like an unexpected gust of wind, the maple leaves flew away against the boy's fingertips.
…
The boy subconsciously grabbed it.
But it's always just a hair's breadth away from the maple leaf.
The boy gradually became irritable.
A burning fire in my heart grew stronger and stronger.
Just a little bit...
Just a little bit...
Just a little bit different every time!
…
The boy was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
At the back, he was even waving his hands wildly like a broken jar.
…
"ah!"
The boy couldn't help but growl.
…
The boy wanted to curse.
And in fact, several unpleasant words that needed to be coded had already passed through his mind.
…
The boy stopped.
Even though the maple leaf was right in front of him, he didn't catch it.
He encountered the same situation several times.
Every time I have hope in my heart, I end up disappointed.
Maple Leaf almost seemed to be playing tricks on him.
…
The boy is angry.
Not angry at Maple Leaf.
He's angry with himself.
There's no point in being angry at yourself.
At this moment, he was actually out of breath.
He also lacks exercise.
…
The boy's eyes never left the maple leaves.
The brain is running rapidly.
To be continued...