Guarding you in the fleeting years

  The wound on her shoulder... Nie Zhiyan glanced sideways, three scars, somewhat ferocious and ugly, she quickly pulled up her bathrobe to cover it, her eyes darting around, "...glass," Nie Zhiyan said in a low voice, "when we were eating outside, the glass fell down..."

  "Liar," Lu Yiheng lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Xiangxiang, do you know that every time you lie, your little finger trembles?"

  There are some people you can't deceive because they know you better than yourself.

  His tone sank again, "Is it a knife wound, isn't it?"

  She doesn't speak.

  "Who did it?" His face turned deathly pale, Lu Yiheng stared at her, his voice low and menacing as he asked again, "Tell me, who did it?"

  He was clearly furious, but his eyes were filled with heartache, unable to hold back anything else. Nie Zhi's words slowly stretched out his arms to hug him, and his voice came out muffled.

  "When I was in France, I was stabbed by a thief." She felt his body tremble slightly and couldn't help but hold him tighter, "It doesn't hurt, really."

  Was stabbed three times in a row, doesn't hurt...

  At that time, what was the feeling, she already remembered not very clearly, sometimes thinking about it would make her feel a bit dizzy, as if she had just had a nightmare, waking up from the dream, she was still the same, if not for the three scars left on her shoulder.

  She doesn't care about money, but the backpack contains a mobile phone and a notebook that hold all her memories and recollections. She can't lose them, just like how a person can't lose their heart. A person can live without hands or legs, but not without a heart; if the heart is gone, her life will come to an end.

  A faint breathing sound came from above her head, his chin resting on her head, saying: "Don't be so stupid in the future."

  "Got it." She wouldn't allow herself a moment of surprise. Life was too short and they had just come together; she couldn't bear to part with him.

  "Even if you've practiced martial arts for several years, it's still hard to avoid being at a disadvantage when facing someone with a deadly weapon; you must protect yourself well."

  She looked up at him with a gentle smile, "Never again, because I have you now."

  He was taken aback, then hugged him, "Because I have you."

  Lu Yi Heng didn't know that sometimes, because of loving too much, we always carefully protect the people we love, just like him. He didn't want her to recall unpleasant experiences, so he chose not to pursue it deeply, but this led him to miss some truths that could have changed his fate.

  So, if our surroundings are all contradictory, how can we possibly not be contradictory?

  Nie Zhiyan slept very restlessly that night, she had many dreams, and the only person who appeared in her dreams was him. She dreamed of when she was in middle school, a boy who liked to wear white T-shirts and jeans with exceptionally fair skin would secretly look at her by the school gate, he almost appeared every day, with an expression she couldn't understand... Then, when she went home, he would follow behind her.

  She finally gathered her courage and ran up to him, "Hey you, stop following me."

  In her memory, it was the first time she spoke to him, that boy, who gave her a wounded gaze.

  He said: "My name is Bai Yi."

  At that time, she was small in stature, only up to his chest, yet she looked up at him with an icy gaze and said, "I don't care if you're White or Black, stop following me."