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Chapter 594: Tan Lang gave rouge to the embroiderer, and her makeup was stained with tears in her dream [ words, two-in-one, monthly ticket requested! ]

"Miss Xiu Niang, why don't you eat anymore?"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

There was a pretty girl who didn't speak.

In the courtyard, under a pear tree, the early spring noon sun was falling on a plate of half-fat and half-lean pork belly on the stone table.

Each piece of pork belly on the plate was cut into evenly sized mahjong pieces. It was bright red in the sun, the color of agate, soft but not rotten, and fat but not greasy.

A handful of chopped green onions is poured on the meat along with the soup, which makes people salivate at the sight of it.

Ouyang Rong had just served the plate of Dongpo pork, took off her apron, and sat down with a smile.

He filled two bowls of steaming white rice, one for him and one for Zhao Qingxiu.

Zhao Qingxiu picked up the chopsticks and took the first bite of Dongpo pork under Ouyang Rong's smiling gaze.

A palm was placed under the chopsticks to support the meat and put it into the mouth.

He lowered his head and chewed for a while.

After swallowing the first bite of meat, the girl covered with a sky-blue ribbon put down her chopsticks, lowered her head and sat quietly.

I didn't continue to pick up food.

"Well, is it not delicious?"

After Ouyang Rong asked curiously, he immediately picked up a pair of chopsticks, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a small piece of pork belly and put it into his mouth.

"It should be OK. The pork was only simmered on low heat for an hour and a half, so it wasn't cooked enough. But I added some rice wine, which not only removed the fishy smell, but also made the meat a little more tender."

I heard the chattering and laughing voice of the handsome young man from the kitchen not far away.

Zhao Qingxiu raised his head slightly.

"Don't you like eating sweet food?"

Ouyang Rong's mumbling was interrupted by Zhao Qingxiu grabbing his sleeve.

There are words on the table, with wet marks and beautiful appearance.

[Very sweet, really delicious, I have never eaten such delicious meat]

Ouyang Rong smiled, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat.

"Thank you for the compliment. If someone else said it, I would just take it as a compliment. The embroiderer's craftsmanship is excellent. If the embroiderer says it is good, it is a real compliment."

Zhao Qingxiu also smiled happily, picked up the hot rice bowl, and began to eat in small bites, eating with great concentration.

Under the pear tree in the courtyard, the two of them ate lunch with gusto, taking turns to eat with their chopsticks.

Ouyang Rong ate calmly and never asked Zhao Qingxiu where she had gone in the morning.

[When did the young master return to the city?]

"I came here in the morning after taking care of some small matters.

"I passed by the East Market and saw that pork is quite cheap now, down to 8 cents per pound. Hey, Miss Xiu Niang didn't look at the price last year...

"Oh, wait for me."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up and ran to the living room.

Zhao Qingxiu stopped holding the dishes in his hands and turned around in confusion.

She didn't have to wait long before she heard Tan Lang's footsteps and the "lingling" sound of an ice-white jade hairpin, coming from far away.

Ouyang Rong returned and placed a small jar in his arms in front of Zhao Qingxiu, side by side with the Dongpo pork.

He actually returned with a small item in his arms, but he didn't take it out immediately.

Ouyang Rong rolled up his sleeves and opened the seal on the jar, saying with a smile:
"Try it. The pickled radish in the Donglin Temple Zaozhaiyuan is a specialty of Longcheng. I passed by there before I came back and took a jar.

"The embroiderer should be familiar with it. She must have tasted it before at the Beitian Charity Home in Donglin Temple."

Zhao Qingxiu picked up a piece, lowered her head and took small bites. The crisp sound between her red lips and white teeth made the blindfolded girl, who was always polite and quiet when eating, blush.

According to Ouyang Rong's observations these days... the embroiderer blushes very easily. Sometimes when Ouyang Rong looks at her for a little longer and notices it, the embroiderer will lower her head and blush...

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting across the table, seemed not to hear or see anything.

He ate more casually, puffing up his cheeks and chewing calmly, completely ignoring the crunchy sound of the pickled radish.

This casual atmosphere caused Zhao Qingxiu's tense and thin body to relax a little, and she felt much more relaxed.

She lowered her brows and eyes, and lowered her head, and picked up the food with her chopsticks more diligently.

After eating for a while.

[I drew a fortune stick at Chengtian Temple in the morning]

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly dipped his index finger in water and wrote something on the table.

Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and asked curiously:
"What signature? Let me see."

[I don't know, I just asked for it casually, don't take it too seriously]

Zhao Qingxiu sat sideways, facing Ouyang Rong.

"Okay, let me see it first."

Ouyang Rong smiled and held out his hand.

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke.

[Sir, please help me read the interpretation of the divination]

"Didn't the master in the temple read it to you?"

Ouyang Rong's eyes curved slightly with a smile, and he stared intently at the blindfolded pretty girl who was sitting in front of him with a lovable posture like a young wife.

Her face was a little pale, as if she had not rested well in the past few days and looked quite haggard.

[No, I just happened to catch the monks having lunch]

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his eyebrows.

"Okay, these monks are really incompetent. I'll do it."

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand generously and placed it next to hers.

Zhao Qingxiu's fingertips touched the warm palm that he held out to her considerately, and she shrank back like a rabbit.

Zhao Qingxiu took out a small green purse from her bosom, took out a small piece of folded red paper from it, and placed it on Ouyang Rong's palm.

Ouyang Rong looked at Zhao Qingxiu with his hands on the table. He had just opened the folded red sign halfway when his fingers suddenly stopped.

Ouyang Rong didn't even look at it. He immediately turned over his right palm, pressed the unopened red sign on the table, and covered it with his hands.

Then he leaned forward, and his eyes as deep as the night stared straight at Zhao Qingxiu's face, which was once again glowing with expectation.

"what."

Ouyang Rong made a sound, lengthening the tone.

"Ah?"

Hearing that Tan Lang seemed to have noticed something extraordinary, Zhao Qingxiu sat up straight, facing Ouyang Rong with anticipation.

Sure enough, she then heard Tan Lang chanting very seriously:

"Miss Xiu Niang, this red paper looks like it's for a marriage. If that's the case, the words on this paper are quite extraordinary...

"A perfect couple? They are like gods and fairies. What more could one ask for?
"The interpretation given by the monk is...

"A perfect couple, a perfect match, live together forever, no need to look for a better match!

"My goodness, isn't this the first lot in the marriage fortune, the King of Lottery?"

Zhao Qingxiu heard that after he finished reading the signature, his tone changed to a puzzled one and asked her:

"Miss Xiu Niang, are you sure you didn't pick the wrong lot? Is this the one you drew?
“Well, Miss Xiu Niang, your future partner is truly blessed to have such a marriage.

"Even I envy him a little bit. What luck, a fairy-like beauty. Here, take the paper. By the way, does Miss Xiu Niang have a lover now..."

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red.

Ouyang Rong saw that an expression of sudden joy and surprise first appeared on her face, which was soon replaced by an expression of fear and trepidation.

It was like a city-destroying black cloud covering the originally blue and clean sky with irresistible momentum.

Facing the marriage fortune paper that Ouyang Rong handed back with a smile, Zhao Qingxiu waved her hands vigorously in front of her body.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up and almost knocked over the porcelain bowl of writing water on the table. She looked anxious and wrote hurriedly.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and looked.

[I am dumb and blind, I am disabled and incomplete, how can I delay my beloved? How can I be a fairy and a beautiful woman? I am a burden. This fortune will not work.]

Zhao Qingxiu smiled sadly and refused to take the marriage lottery that Ouyang Rong handed back to her.

Ouyang Rong asked seriously:

"Miss Xiu Niang, do you believe in Buddhism or not?"

【Do not believe】

"If you don't believe it, then why did you go to the temple to pray and ask for divination?"

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated for a moment, wiped the wet mark of the word "no" on the table with the palm of his hand, then went to the back and added two more words.

【Believe a little】

"Believe it a little bit, then why can't we believe in the marriage of these 'perfect couples, fairy lovers' a little bit more?"

Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

Zhao Qingxiu was speechless.

Ouyang Rong pressed the red sign, leaned forward, blinked his eyes, and spoke slowly.

"You must know that sincerity is the key to success. If you don't believe in it at all, then it really won't work at all. If you believe in it a little, even if it doesn't work, it can at least work a little bit. Do you understand?"

The handsome young man's magnetic and hoarse voice and the words he spoke were like a magic sound lingering around the ears of the girl blindfolded with a sky-blue ribbon.

Zhao Qingxiu's face froze for a moment.

She nodded vigorously and immediately stretched out her hand, eager to take the red lottery ticket of marriage.

But it was all in vain.

"Ah?" she asked in confusion.

Ouyang Rong put the marriage into his arms, stood up calmly, and while cleaning up the dishes and bowls, he said seriously:

"It's too late. I have never seen the King of Qian in my life. Miss Xiu Niang, please give it to me. I would be disrespectful to refuse it. We are exchanging gifts and it is a courtesy to exchange gifts."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up in a flash, and hurriedly reached out her hands to grab the corner of his clothes, with a look of reluctance on her face: "Ahhhh, ahhh..."

"Don't be anxious, girl. Just write and write."

Zhao Qingxiu immediately lowered her head, and her writing hand almost dropped the bowl, luckily Ouyang Rong caught it quickly.

[Will it not work?]

Zhao Qingxiu was a little nervous. She didn't even bother to ask about the "exchange of gifts and courtesy" that someone had just mentioned.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the corners of his lips and said seriously:
"How could that be? Signing the paper is just a formality. As the old saying goes, sincerity is the key to success. The most important thing is to have this heart... Miss Xiu Niang should figure it out herself. As the Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said."

Zhao Qingxiu stood where she was, her eyebrows furrowed above the blindfold, her brows as dark as distant mountains.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and cleaned the table for a while, then took the dishes back to the kitchen. When he came back, he saw Zhao Qingxiu still standing there with a lost look on his face.

"Hey, it's so tiring to wash dishes by myself." He sighed loudly on purpose.

Zhao Qingxiu's motionless body shuddered, and he immediately groped forward and went to the kitchen.

"Miss Xiu Niang is so considerate. Let's wash together."

Ouyang Rong praised him and went forward to help.

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to refuse, but Ouyang Rong insisted on helping to wash.

Anyway, he has been allowed to "go to the kitchen" as an exception, so washing the dishes won't make a difference.

Zhao Qingxiu had no choice but to give up and gave up half of the kitchen.

The two of them cleaned up and walked into the kitchen with their dishes.

Before entering the door, Zhao Qingxiu heard the handsome young man wearing an ice-white jade hairpin in front of him suddenly turn around and say:

"By the way, who says that if the heavens are broken and the earth is imperfect, there is no way to have a perfect marriage?
"God is fair to everyone. Who knows, maybe that man will bring the embroidered girl to meet a good man in the future, and that good man will persevere and take you to seek medical treatment. He will find a miracle doctor and cure your muteness and blindness?"

He spoke in a joking tone, and Zhao Qingxiu heard it and shook her head slightly.

When she reached the sink, she dipped her finger in the water, faced Ouyang Rong who was lowering his head and rolling up his sleeves, and wrote on the chopping board.

[I have sought help from a miracle doctor, but it was useless. Thank you for your concern.]

Ouyang Rong saw that after Zhao Qingxiu finished writing these words, her expression seemed a little gloomy.

Zhao Qingxiu walked to the sink silently and lowered her head to wash the dishes.

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:
"Wonderful doctor, where is this miracle doctor? Who brought Miss Xiu Niang to find him?"

[My family members must have hired a miracle doctor. They all praised him as a miracle doctor.]

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves, came to the sink, and washed the dishes with her side by side, looking down, and said in a casual tone:

"That kind of country doctor is easily praised by ignorant villagers as a medical expert or a peerless doctor, but it is just a false title..."

He gently touched her thin shoulder with his elbow, comforting and encouraging her.

"Your family members often abandon you in the Beitian Nursing Home. It's obvious that they don't care about you. They may not be looking for you carefully, but you will always find you if you are patient. This world is so big that there are all kinds of things. Miss Xiu Niang, don't lose hope, or you will be sad in vain..."

Zhao Qingxiu paused for a moment before continuing to wash the dishes.

"what."

A soft sound came out of her mouth.

I don’t know whether it means “nodding”, “shaking head”, or… casually.

The door was not closed, and gusts of midday wind blew into the kitchen, dispelling the stuffiness from the embers of the stove.

It is still very cool at noon in early spring.

They stood side by side in front of the sink, each washing their own. There was silence for a while.

There was only the crisp sound of the noon wind pushing the icy white jade hairpin pendant on someone's hair.

"Hey, have your family found a good match for you?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked.

After asking, he waited for a while. There was no movement nearby, and the sound of washing dishes also stopped.

When he turned around, he saw the embroiderer turning her head and looking up at him with her little face.

Ouyang Rong said calmly:
"That means there is none at the moment, otherwise you wouldn't care so much about the marriage sign.

"By the way, do you remember the Taoist priest named Sun who wore a crane cloak and fur coat when we met in the underground palace the first two times? He was there both times. When you left, he left too. Could it be that he is very familiar with you? Is he considered one of your family members?"

[Not really, but I know him]

"No wonder."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, staring at the dishes in the sink, and said softly:
"This time I was on a tour with Honshu's deputy governor, and passed by Longcheng. I went to Donglin Temple to worship Buddha. During that time, I went to visit Master Buzhi, the crazy monk named Xiuzhen, whom you also know.

“I gave him the box of cakes from Tao Shou Zhai to eat… Later, when I was visiting the underground palace, I suddenly remembered something.

"I don't know if you've forgotten, the night we first met, I had just woken up from a serious illness, and you, me, Master Buzhi, and Old Monster Sun were trapped in the underground palace.

"At that time, I was still unfamiliar with you guys. Old Monster Sun asked me... if I wanted a wife, and he pointed at you. Haha, you were squatting on the side like an idiot. I still remember your dazed expression, and... those eyes."

Ouyang Rong said softly:

"I'm sorry, I mentioned something that made you sad, but I didn't mean anything else. What I wanted to say is that I actually thought you were pretty at the time, and later you were so kind as to give me some water..."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingxiu's body froze and became a little tense.

But after waiting for a while, she did not hear the young man next to her continue talking, nor did she know if he was looking at her, which made her hesitant about whether to continue the conversation.

Just as Zhao Qingxiu's ears were gradually turning red as she concentrated on washing the dishes with bated breath.

His voice finally rang out from beside the sink.

“Haha, when I revisited the underground palace this time, I suddenly thought of this and felt a little emotional.

"I really like the saying that fate is the most important thing. The normal state of life is 'I don't know where people have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze'. The happy thing in life is to return to the old place and see the old people still there.

"What do you think, Miss Xiu Niang?"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

[I don’t know. I don’t like to be separated, but… I have a family.]

Ouyang Rong didn't ask any more questions, and the two seemed to have skipped over the topic.

But then, the backs of the two people washing dishes side by side at the sink moved a little closer.

I don’t know who was the first to “accidentally” get close.

It is also possible that they have almost finished washing the dishes in the sink, with only a few left, and the two of them are "competing" to wash them, so naturally their bodies move closer to each other involuntarily.

Touch each other's shoulders from time to time.

The sunlight shone in from the back door and fell on their backs, making it impossible to make out the subtle expressions of the two.

After wiping the last bowl and putting it back in the cupboard, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, put his hand into his arms, and spoke:
"By the way, I have something for you. I mentioned it before I left."

"what?"

Before Zhao Qingxiu could react, she felt the wind blowing on her face through her blindfold.

It was his outstretched hand.

Zhao Qingxiu grabbed his arm, touched his hand along his arm, and fumbled to take a gift.

Before opening it, Zhao Qingxiu was the first to smell a fragrance.

She felt it carefully with both hands. It seemed to be a small square box made of mahogany with fine texture. The box body was inlaid with mother-of-pearl and pearls, and there was a lifelike picture of a dragon and a phoenix on the front.

This is……

Zhao Qingxiu opened the box with some doubts.

There is a small bronze mirror embedded on the lid of the box. The interior is cleverly laid out and divided into several small compartments. Each small compartment contains some powder and wet mud... It is these that emit the fresh fragrance that has just wafted around the nose.

"Ah?"

Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and spoke a few words, then she heard the calm voice in front of her:

"Rouge and powder, I wonder if Miss Embroidery likes it.

"Last time when I went out for the Lantern Festival, I saw many girls like to dress like this. It seems that I have never seen an embroiderer wearing rouge since I met her."

His voice was gentle, like a smile.

"I happened to pass by a time-honored rouge and powder shop in Longcheng this time. The owner recommended this rouge and powder box, saying it's more convenient. It came from Luoyang and is the most fashionable style at the moment."

Zhao Qingxiu held the rouge in her hand, a little dazed.

She seldom uses rouge and powder. She has lived in seclusion in Yunmeng for many years and has never come into contact with these things.

The last time she applied rouge was when she was a child in her hometown of Nanlong. She was taken back to Tanlang's home by her mother-in-law, Zhao, and she hurriedly put on some ordinary rouge.

I remember that day, my mother didn't know how to use this thing very well, and it was my mother-in-law, Zhao, who was waiting in the sedan chair at the door, who suddenly came in and helped her dress up.

My mother-in-law also said something at that time.

A man dies for a man who knows himself, and a woman looks good for a man who pleases her.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do this afternoon and I've finished washing the dishes. Why don't you give it a try, Miss Xiu Niang?"

Zhao Qingxiu was awakened by Ouyang Rong's voice.

Before she could speak, Ouyang Rong pulled her into the room.

"You put on your makeup and dress up first, I'll go out and wait... Wait, that's not right, Miss Xiu Niang can't see it, um, then let me do it."

Ouyang Rong volunteered immediately and without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu to refuse, he went straight back to the dressing table, pressed her down on the embroidery stool, opened the rouge and powder box, and started to work.

"You hold the box in your hand, it will be more convenient for me."

The sky-blue ribbon in front of her was untied. Zhao Qingxiu held the open rouge and powder box in both hands. The bronze mirror on the lid of the box in front of her reflected her dazed little face and the busy figure of Ouyang Rong behind her shoulder.

The pretty girl is still a little confused. Wasn’t she washing dishes just now? How come she was putting on makeup in the blink of an eye?

Ouyang Rong coughed and felt that this gift was simply perfect.

Thanks to the long time he spent living in Yinbingzhai with Ye Weilai, Ouyang Rong knew a little about dressing up and drawing eyebrows for women.

I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.

Ouyang Rong's brows were furrowed, and he concentrated all his attention. Then... he acted as fiercely as a tiger.

Zhao Qingxiu was a very quiet and patient person. She held the box in her hands, sat upright on the embroidery stool, and allowed Tan Lang to paint her without saying a word.

During this period, it was inevitable that the two had some physical contact.

However, the rouge on her face might have been so red that it concealed the girl's hot face.

"All right."

It was unknown how much time had passed before Ouyang Rong took two steps back, clapped his hands, and said with a relieved tone.

He turned to face Zhao Qingxiu and looked at her without blinking.

"The embroiderer is such a good-looking girl."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly trembled all over.

Ouyang Rong saw that her eyes were red.

"Um, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qingxiu's originally dull eyes now sparkled and shone, like a dry pond beginning to fill with clear stream water.

She raised her hands, covered her face, and shook her head.

"What happened?"

Zhao Qingxiu sniffed, and after a while, lowered his head to write.

[Someone praised me like this before.]

Ouyang Rong asked: "Do I also draw your eyebrows and do your makeup for you?"

Zhao Qingxiu nodded subconsciously.

Ouyang Rong was quiet.

Zhao Qingxiu immediately realized what was going on and quickly wrote:

"It's a woman."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Could she be from Nanlong, Luling? I remember that in Nanlong, my hometown, when people describe a beautiful girl, they always say she looks really cute. Could it be..."

Ouyang Rong was halfway through his speech when he suddenly felt his clothes being pulled.

[Sir, I'm sleepy and want to rest, okay?]

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

But the girl in front of him had a small face with light makeup and looked pitiful. Even the beautiful makeup could not hide the tiredness and fatigue between her brows from long-term insomnia.

"Well, Miss Xiu Niang, haven't you had a good rest these days?"

[Well, I sleep lightly and have a tendency to dream. Sir, I have an unwelcome request.]

"You said."

[Sir, are you busy this afternoon? Can you stay and accompany me like you did last time? Wait until I fall asleep before leaving.]

Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:
"it is good."

An hour later.

In the inner room of the wing, next to the bed with light pink curtains.

A pretty girl with light makeup is lying down and sleeping, her eyes closed and her face looks peaceful.

The breathing sound was extremely light.

Ouyang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, twisting an ice-white jade hairpin in his hand, and occasionally flicking the pendant of the hairpin with his fingertips.

"Longling--Longling--"

Ouyang Rong yawned and covered his mouth to suppress the yawn.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, then turned back to look at Zhao Qingxiu who had fallen into a deep sleep.

The embroiderer was indeed sleeping soundly... Ouyang Rong leaned forward slightly, squinted his eyes and got close to her face, as if looking at her carefully. The tip of his nose was filled with the mixed fragrance of the girl's body fragrance and rouge and powder, which made his nose itchy and his heart itchy as well.

Ouyang Rong paused.

After a while, he stood up and left quietly.

Ouyang Rong walked out carefully and closed the door. He went to get some clean water and washed his face.

Then, he left the quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong found Pei Shisanniang who was waiting and gave her a few instructions.

The latter took the order and retreated. He paused, looked back at the quiet courtyard, remembered that there were still some things he hadn't taken, and turned back.

Just stepped into the courtyard.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Ouyang Rong suddenly heard a burst of intermittent crying, which seemed to come from the side room...

He immediately rushed into the compartment.

Turning around, I saw a pretty girl in a thin inner garment sitting up on the bed in the inner room.

I don’t know when I woke up.

She hugged the quilt tightly with both hands, tears rolling down her face like beads from a broken string, her little face stained with tears.

The makeup and eyebrows that Ouyang Rong put on her were all stained by her tears, and her face became a clown.

The mute girl opened her mouth and sobbed.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?"

Seeing him come back, Zhao Qingxiu's whimpering suddenly became louder, and Ouyang Rong suddenly got a headache.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Ouyang Rong was at a loss for a moment. He had no idea why she was crying.
Zhao Qingxiu raised her tearful face, her dim and blind eyes filled with tears.

"Wuwuwu...Wuwuwu!" She cried and shook her head and refused to reply to him.

"Wait a minute, wipe it first, we can talk slowly about what's going on, don't cry, be good..."

Coming to the bed, Ouyang Rong stood up reluctantly and went to get a towel, but just when he was halfway up, he felt something heavy in his arms.

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly lunged forward and crashed into Ouyang Rong's arms. Her little face, covered with tears and snot, was buried deep in his shoulder. Her two slender arms, as thin as poles, tightly hugged his waist, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Ouyang Rong's face was stunned.

The air in the inner room was silent.

His shoulders were wet, and he was crying and wailing, which made people feel extremely sad and helpless.

Ouyang Rong had originally opened his hands to avoid suspicion, but after a while, he slowly lowered them and hugged her trembling thin back, hugging her tighter and tighter.

Time passed minute by minute, and the two people beside the bed hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies.

The girl cried until her heart was broken and she had no more tears left. Her shoulders were shaking and it seemed as if she had to use all her strength to cry out loud.

The young man said nothing, but gently patted the thin back of the girl in his arms.

His eyes had never been so gentle.

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(PS: 7k words per chapter. Daily updates are 4k words, and one chapter is 3k words. Two-in-one, no separate development, faster results, and also prevent cutting corners.

Yesterday's chapter was too short, so the extra chapter doesn't count. I'll start from 20 chapters owed. Today, I completed one chapter in two-in-one, so there are 19 chapters left to be updated. In the future, extra chapters should be 7k words in one chapter.

I am begging for monthly tickets with tears!! or2)

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