Chapter 95: Confession in September

Wen Xian let out a complete vent in his arms, and he could see all the embarrassing and fragile side of himself.
In the past 24 years, she has never been like this in front of anyone. All her physical pain and spiritual despair before are like broken teeth, and she has to swallow it all in her stomach. Take it alone.
But now--
When Wen Xian cried in his arms for a while, and finally eased his distance, she looked at the traces of tears and nose on his body, her eyes were flushed, and she choked from time to time, and her voice was terribly dumb: "Lu, Lu Xiao, I'm sorry, I soiled your clothes."
Lu Xiao looked down at her, seeing that her eyes were red and the tip of her little nose was red. He lifted his fingers and wiped the tears on her face. He gave a faint hum in his breath and said: "It's okay."
Wen Xuan is beautiful, even when she is crying, but it is more heartbreaking and charming. The heart is twisted together, and it seems to be split for her.
The man looked at her red eyebrows, and seemed to want to do something more to give her a deeper comfort, but in the end, it turned into the deepest forbearance in his eyes.
Wen Xian didn't cry anymore, but was still twitching. That kind of out-of-control emotion was beyond her control, and human feelings were always so complicated.
Many times, not knowing one thing in life pierces the inner sensitivity.
But now, after she gradually realized that she was emotionally broken in front of Lu Xiao, she moved a little away from him. At this time, she suddenly seemed to have nowhere to rest, as if she was still a little awkward and embarrassed.
She really felt embarrassed, and she didn't know how Lu Xiao would treat her.
Right now, she choked from time to time, looking down at him, hoarsely saying with a thick little nasal voice: "I, I got in the car first."
After that, she turned around and left.
After venting, I realized how embarrassed it was, for the first time in twenty-four years.
It's the last time, she thought.
She didn't want to show her fragility and sensitivity to others.
Lu Xiao stared at her back as she turned and left, a dark color gradually settled under her eyes, and his hands were slightly clenched.
"what……!"
Suddenly, a scream came, and Wen Xian tilted his body and fell directly onto the grass.
Lu Xiao rushed over and looked at her frowning, her face pale, and his eyes fell on her ankle again: "What's the situation!?"
He asked eagerly.
Wen Xuan moved her ankle, took a breath of pain, and then bit her lips, embarrassedly said: "Yes, I'm sorry, I accidentally slapped my ankle."
When these words came out, Lu Xiao's movement on her ankle was slightly startled.
However, it is not for other reasons.
Holding her ankle in his hand, he felt the wrong bone, his eyebrows drooped slightly, but his voice was steady and strong: "Wen Xian, you are the one who hurts, and you are the one who hurts. There is nothing to be sorry for."
How afraid of causing trouble to others, I have to say sorry for this kind of thing.
Wen Xian's heart trembled: "..."
At this time, on the golden meadow, the wind was blowing, the fairy lake not far away was filled with smoke, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were undulating and majestic.
Everything is so beautiful.
But for a moment, Wen Xian couldn't hold anything else in his eyes, only this man was in his eyes.
No matter how charming the surroundings are, they are not as good as him.
"Lu Xiao."
She spoke softly.
"Ok?"
He knelt on one knee on the grass, in front of her.
"I like you."
The wind spread her thoughts, rippling in his ears, and being lingering and being blown across the grassland, scattered in every corner.
The whole of Hoh Xil in September knows what she wants.