Chapter 85
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Chi Ying slept for three days and three nights.
In these three days, premiered and wrapped up.
The whole world was filled with gongs and drums and flowers, but she wasn't crowned.
Chi Ying lay on the cold hospital bed and had a very long dream.
It was a memory of her past.
It was cold and unfamiliar, and very distant.
… …
In the early summer when she was eight years old, there was a gentle breeze and the cicadas on the streets were particularly flourishing.
She wore a white floral dress and carried a bag that wasn't that heavy. She hummed softly as she walked home from school.
Everything seemed normal until she passed by a fork in the road.
A few adults suddenly appeared in the alley. They looked fierce and said that they wanted to take her away.
She was just a weak little girl. Compared to them, there was a huge difference in strength. She had no room to resist.
Soon, they tied her hands behind her back and stuffed a towel soaked in drugs into her mouth.
She struggled, sobbing, and tears fell from her red eyes.
At that time, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy. He was tall and straight, and his thin lips were indifferent.
He looked cold, but his fists and legs were neat.
The adults who kidnapped her were much stronger than him, but he rescued her unscathed and protected her tightly behind him.
The smell of the boy was refreshing and pleasant. She couldn't help but cry. Worry and gratitude spread in her heart.
That day, the other party had a sharp weapon and the boy was also injured. He barely restrained them and let her go with a frown.
She nodded with tears in her eyes and ran home in a panic. Her heart was pounding and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
Later, those adults didn't stop her anymore.
She walked that road again and again, recalling the dangerous scene and the boy's cold face.
She was still so young. How could she know what love was? She had the initial shyness and ignorance of a girl.
The boy lived in the same neighborhood as her and was very close to her. Looking from the yard, his house was just around the corner.
Her family had concealed her identity, but it still had a psychological impact on her.
She was aware of her subtle emotions. She summoned the courage to say thank you to him, but she didn't have the courage to approach him again.
She could only hide behind the wall covered with ivy and secretly look at him.
She saw that he was wearing the blue uniform of the high school next door. His clean white shirt didn't have a single wrinkle.
The gentle breeze in the morning, the sunset in the evening, the green Boston ivy, the cool and handsome young man, these were all her childhood memories.
Until two years later, the boy took the college entrance exam.
The streets and alleys were talking about how important the exam was. She learned from the girls in class and folded a glass bottle full of paper stars, preparing to give him her best wishes.
But when he appeared at the entrance of the villa with his back straight in the morning light, his family also appeared.
He bent down and sat in a luxurious car.
She pursed her lips and silently put the glass bottle back into her bag.
In the early morning of June, the sound of cicadas gradually rose, and the car slowly drove away.
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