He Wei hugged himself tightly.

She knew that she was an acquaintance of Huo Yue, a little girl who used to love and pester him, but Huo Yue meant more to her than that.

It took her a long time to cut off those feelings. It's like a wound, it takes a long time to heal, and it will leave scars anyway.

But re-injured, but only need such a light knife.

He Wei shrunk herself into a ball. She didn't want to ask how Huo Yue came, nor why he came.

She just hoped that he would never appear in her life again. If he doesn't love her, stay away from her. Even if he doesn't do anything, she'll think about it.

She doesn't have George's words, she doesn't care about this little thought, it's just that she can't rest in peace day and night, and she's in deep pain. But now that she had George, she immediately felt disgusting.

"Go home?" Huo Yue squatted down, "It's so late and the rain is so heavy."

He Wei ignored it, still burying his head tightly.

"Then take your umbrella, I'll go first." Huo Yue said, "I'm here to give you your coat and handbag. They're already at the door of your corridor. Remember to pick them up later."

After that, the umbrella fell on her shoulder.

He Wei's tears welled up, she was in a hurry and could only shrink herself into a hamster in the late night rain.

She heard footsteps go away, and the sound of cars going away again.

When she looked up, the rain on the street rippled, but there was no trace of people or cars.

He Wei was cold, but George never looked back. He Wei thought about it in a different situation. If she took a cruise to the UK for a few months, only to find that her boyfriend who lived alone did not return late at night, she would also be angry.

She didn't know where to find George, and George knew her home.

He Wei stood up and was about to go back, but saw an old man drinking at the entrance of the corridor, it was the old English man in the room next to her.

The old man must have heard their quarrel and was worried about He Wei alone, so he went out to be her company.

No matter how downhearted he was, he still had his gentlemanly demeanor, protecting the lady, but not letting the lady beware of him and afraid of him.

He keeps his distance.

"Young lady, you must know that your life is very long, and you may have more than one love. The premise of devotion requires a commitment to marriage, and the result of love may not be marriage. You have done a good job, and such a request should be rejected." The old man said .

He Wei was uncomfortable and embarrassed: "Did you hear?"

"The walls are thin, and he speaks loudly." The old man said, "I was writing poetry and was disturbed by him."

The old man writes poetry at night, buys wine in the morning, and sleeps all day.

When George came in, the old man was at his most sober of the day, and he could hear the words next door clearly.

He Wei lowered his head.

"Who is that person just now?" the old man asked curiously.

He is a poet and needs inspiration for creation, and the love of young people is undoubtedly a good subject.

He Wei's tears could not help bursting.

She couldn't answer who Huo Yue was.

It was the softest place in her heart, the most holy place in her heart, and the place she could never set foot in.

He was clearly right in front of her, but he was so far away.

"Stop crying." The old man seemed to understand.

The old man walked slowly, He Wei was heavy, and the two slowly climbed up the stairs.

When He Wei was taking a bath, there was no hot water. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and didn't sleep much all night. She glanced outside from time to time, for fear that she would not hear when George came back.

However, she always thought that it was Huo Yue who came.

In her dream, she heard a knock on the door in a daze, and then she saw Huo Yue walk in.

He Wei's dream was lingering until she firmly grasped Huo Yue's hand in the dream.

Huo Yue has a clear personality, but his body temperature is not low, and his palms are very warm.

After He Wei got hold of it, he finally fell asleep.

She opened her eyes again and saw the thin sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains, as if the sky was clear. And her hand was holding something hard.

She turned her head and saw Huo Yue sitting on the chair next to her, leaning on the chair for a nap.

He Wei was shocked.

"Is this real, or is it a dream?" she asked herself, just like when she was injured when she was a child, she was almost killed in pain, and she felt that Huo Yue hugged her tightly.

She sat up.

This movement was not small, and Huo Yue was suddenly awakened.

He looked at He Wei and smiled: "Wake up? Has the fever subsided?"

After that, he reached out and put his hand on He Wei's forehead.

For the first time, He Wei felt that his palm was cold, so when she put it on, she was excited, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't.

"It's still a little hot, I'll take you to the hospital, injections are more effective than medicine." Huo Yue said.

He Wei smiled awkwardly: "No need, Mr. Huo, I'll just take the medicine myself. You... how did you get in?"

"I'm going back to Yuecheng today. Didn't you say you wanted to buy a scarf for your mother? I'll come and have a look. You opened the door for me." Huo Yue said.

He Wei was surprised because she didn't have any impression at all.

"I'm afraid I'm burned out," she thought, and pressed her forehead.

The forehead is still a little hot, and the palm is also hot, and I didn't notice anything after comparing the two.

"I haven't bought it yet." He Wei whispered, "I'm sorry, Lord Huo, for letting you go this time in vain."

"It's okay, I'll bring it the same next time." Huo Yue said.

He stood up, poured He Wei a glass of boiling water, and asked her, "I really don't need to go to the hospital?"

He Wei insisted on shaking his head.

Huo Yue sighed: "You have a better body than me. Take care of yourself, but don't get caught in the rain. It's already winter in Yuecheng at this time. No matter how warm Hong Kong is, the rain will be cold. ."

He Wei nodded, weakly: "I see."

Huo Yue was silent.

He seemed to want to say something, but he was not ready and hesitated for a long time.

He Wei hopes that he will leave soon, not to appear in her life, and not to give her some unrealistic fantasies.

She stared silently at her water glass, her heart utterly desolate.

She was sick and he had been with her for a long time. If it was normal, she would have thought that he was good to her, but Lord Huo...

He Wei's leg that had been scalded, was aching faintly at this moment.

That leg had a scary scar, which was why she had been reluctant to give herself to George, and she wasn't ready to show others her scar.

The scar looks scary, and it will hurt when it rains on cloudy days. For example, if it starts again at this moment, it may hurt for a long time.

He Wei bit his lip.

Huo Yue saw it and asked her, "What's wrong?"

He Wei said: "No."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

He Wei was about to get out of bed to open the door, Huo Yue pressed her shoulder and closed it with a touch: "I'll go."

Huo Yue opened the door and saw a young British man standing at the door, with a look of shock and astonishment. He Wei immediately got up, her legs were sore and weak, and she fell to the ground. She said loudly, "George, George, don't go!"