Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

The breeze is like the cold wind that never stops after blowing, gently blowing across an invisible arc and then disappearing, and the next cold breeze is coming, Keigo Atobe looked at her and said As he spoke, the corner of his mouth traced an arc that did not belong to arrogance—finally.

"Keigo Atobe, what do you really know... It's not that you are paralyzed, what do you know about a young master like you who is pampered all the time with healthy limbs and well-developed left and right brains? I really don't understand you What confidence do you have to say such a thing..., it is not you who is in pain, it is not you who is paralyzed..., what qualifications do you have to say such things to me...!!" Mijin Irie raised his head lightly Eyes, tears still suppressed in the eye sockets did not burst out.

That passage was basically from the murmur at the beginning to the roar in the second half, which was heart-piercing.

"And I didn't cry." Her voice gradually softened again, "So what kind of self-defeating..."

The corners of Keigo Atobe's mouth became more and more curved, and gradually became the most dazzling smile in the world. He still did not let go of his haughty posture. Even such a haughty person does not know what softening his attitude is at such a time. He looked at Irie Mijin kept bowing his head, murmuring some inaudible words softly.

He squatted down halfway, and lightly wrapped his arms around Irie Mijin's shoulders, "It's really not a gorgeous rose, hey, I will lend you my shoulder for the time being."

Before Keigo Atobe could say anything more, she hugged Keigo Atobe's neck suddenly, and burst into tears. The heart-piercing sound seemed to cut his tympanic membrane, and she was helpless. For the sake of safety, he opened his mouth and exhaled lightly to mortgage the reaction force of the eardrum.

She nestled her head fiercely in the neck of Keigo Atobe, crying, as if she wanted to cry out all that had been suppressed for more than 200 days.

After a while, he gently pulled her out of his arms, held her shoulders, stood up, and looked at the wet cloth on her shoulders, "It's really not a gorgeous rose." He didn't understand Why are there so many tears in her eyes, even after 10 minutes, big ones are still falling down, the teardrops glow pale through the temperatureless sunlight, but now they seem to have some warm taste?

He didn't know how to wipe away tears for others, so he handed the handkerchief embroidered with the word "King" to Irie Mijin, without too many words, only her movements quietly took it.

Atobe Keigo looked at Mijin Irie, who was originally pale but had a rosy complexion because of crying, which seemed to be the complexion of a normal person.He thought so.

Seeing Irie Mijin's empty neck and the movement of shrinking into his clothes as if it was cold, he hesitated for a while and took off the white towel on his neck - even the most ordinary color seemed noble on him .

White is considered the most auspicious color in Japan.

Atobe Keigo put the scarf around Irie Mijin's neck and compared it, "It's really your kind."

"Eh?" Irie Mijin seemed to be relieved, his face was no longer as dull as before, the same kind?Weijin, scarf?After being a little puzzled, she knew it, and she smiled lightly, the arc of her mouth seemed to be more dazzling than the Lamei here.

Not just the name, but also the pure feeling you give to others.

"Thank you, Xiaojing."

It seems that a long time ago, she also healed because of her injury and then because of Keigo Atobe. At that time, she said:

"Thank you, Atobe-san."