"That's why I wanted you to pick me up."
He added slowly.
Rong Zhi crossed her arms, completely skeptical, "I'm not blind."
He had just fiercely stomped on Li Yan, and now he's claiming he's injured, is he joking?
Si Raojing finished the last drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out on the ground, picked it up, and threw it into the trash can, then stood silently watching her.
The sunlight trickled through the branches, turning into speckles that danced on the girl's hair and body. She stood quietly there, bathed in the light, exuding a peaceful and calm aura, her eyes particularly bright.
They seemed like two extremes of existence.
One trapped in darkness, unable to break free; the other embraced by light, revered as a divine being.
Si Raojing tugged at his lips, took two steps forward, and stopped just before stepping into the light, reaching out to her from afar, his gaze carrying a plea and expectation even he hadn't noticed.
"I can't move any further, give me a hand."
