Jiang Haoyue was much heavier than Lu Miao had imagined, carrying the weight of half of his body, the two walked to the bathroom. But after a few steps, Lu Miao was so tired that she was out of breath.

Her arms were as thin as wicker, and he was also afraid of crushing her, so he asked her to let go of him as soon as he got to the bathroom.

However, Lu Miao was tired and did not mean to retreat at all.

He leaned against the wall and moved into the shower, and she followed on his hind feet.

"Is it okay to stand?" Lu Miao looked at the conditions in the bathroom: "I still need to sit or squat."

It's such a small place, he replied, "Stand on."

Lu Miao nodded and turned to adjust the temperature of the shower: "Hold me when I fall."

The hot water at the right temperature rinsed his body, and she pressed the body wash a few times and smeared it onto his skin.

The touch in his hand was warm and smooth. His body was thin, and he couldn't find any fat on his body.

Although he is thin, he is definitely not shriveled, his lines are very beautiful, as good-looking as the cold and cold little face.

Lu Miao was unnatural again.

When she is unnatural, she likes to find something to talk about, find a strange topic, and talk nonsense.

"Speaking of which, we have known each other for so many years, and I have never given you a bath."

"..." Jiang Haoyue pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Lu Miao wanted to scratch his head, but unfortunately his hands were full of foam.

"Understood, I'm not talking anymore."

He raised his head and looked at the warm lamp on the top of the bathroom.

Probably because the medicine was not effective enough, my legs started to hurt again.

It feels weird.

The phantom limb stings as if someone hit the bone with an awl. The deceptive information of the nerves is at work, and the pain is illusory.

Lu Miao's hands were small and soft, and she stroked his body. The temperature from her palm is real, and the comfort to him is also real.

It stands to reason that the non-existent leg can't be comforted, but he sure is, much better.

When Jiang Haoyue recovered from the pain, he found that she was in a daze.

The shower head was directed towards his calf, and Lu Miao lowered her head.

He called her out. She looked up suddenly, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed.

In the next second, Jiang Haoyue knew why she looked like this...

"Miaomiao, you go out first, okay?"

As soon as Jiang Haoyue spoke, she felt her voice become hoarse. I don't know if it was because of the burning pain from earlier, or something else.

Surprisingly, she didn't move.

Lu Miao looked at him hesitantly, and her eyes seemed to be wet.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, he knew he shouldn't keep staring at her, he knew...

"We are boyfriend and girlfriend," she said.

"You know, I like you."

She asked him in a very soft voice: "Do you like me?"

Miaomiao has a pair of beautiful big round eyes, and when she smiles, there is a shallow smile on her cheek.

She's the kind of little girl with such a good heart, and the best adjective in the world isn't enough to describe her.

She loved him unreservedly.

She asked him: Is he like her?

It turns out that liking is more unbearable than pain.

He staggered into her arms and his whole world poured color.

She hugged him back, tiptoed in his arms, and looked for his lips.

The bathroom was hot, and the shower fell from her hands, completely out of control.

Chapter 60 The Eve

Jiang Haoyue's left leg was left on a rainy night when he was nine years old.

What's left there, is a short section of bone wrapped in thin skin.

The center of the healed wound is light pink, as young as the skin will break at any time. It hides some wilting folds and has an indescribable fragility.

Jiang Haoyue was flustered when it was exposed to Lu Miao's sight unabashedly.

He didn't want her to see it. When she stared there, he deeply felt his ugliness.

He hurriedly covered his broken leg.

But she softly coaxed him to take his hand away.

"That part also belongs to you," Lu Miao said, "I like everything about you."

Her hand was slowly covered, the soft palm wrapped around him for decades, the sensitivity and pain that he didn't want to show.

The bathroom was misty.

He couldn't wake himself up, couldn't push Lu Miao away.

She was his dream.

The pleasure accumulated in the body, but the sin lingering in the heart lingered, Jiang Haoyue leaned against the wall, his eyes were scattered, and his thoughts drifted far away.

He remembered a fairy tale book called "The Steadfast Tin Soldier" that Lu Miao gave him when he was a child.

The one-legged toy tin soldier fell in love with the beautiful ballerina made of paper in the castle. When he saw her dancing with one leg, he thought she was the same as himself, born without a leg...

Jiang Haoyue couldn't help but think: If the tin soldier saw Miss Ballet at first, he knew that she was healthy, she was not his own kind, would he still have the courage to fall in love with her?

Maybe not anymore.

Even if he could be found out by Xiao Jiang, the tin soldier, there was something wrong with Miss Lu Miao who lived in the castle. He could convince himself that they were a good match.

But he couldn't find it.

She's good everywhere; someone who deserves better, kind of good.

She is so soft-hearted and kind, her body is made of paper, beautiful and squeamish, and needs to be well protected.

When the Tin Soldier was alone, he bravely raised his Mauser against stubborn children and rats blocking his way, and he could stand firm in the rushing water.But he was temporarily unable to build a big castle and house his ballerina.

Jiang Haoyue closed his eyes.