A little moved

  Maybe I'm not Cinderella, nor a princess, so there's no prince in my life.

  Later, in order to avoid always seeing him and his princess, I signed up for the winter vacation badminton training class, and Cheng You turned out to be an assistant instructor there.

  I gradually began to believe in the fact that Sung Oh and Lofi broke up, Sung Oh is a hundred times, a thousand times better to me than before.

  But every time I think of the bloodstains on the bed sheets that the waiter mentioned when I checked out, I always feel that he was so good to me possibly because he wanted to make up for it and take responsibility.

  I actually wanted to know what happened that night, but he never mentioned it and I didn't dare ask, and was also afraid that my own guesses were true, so there has always been a knot in my heart.

  Before coming to the badminton hall today, Uncle Wang asked me to find time to talk to Chengyou again, and it's best to meet in person. If he didn't mention it, I would have really forgotten about this matter.

  However, Sungyou was busy for the entire morning, shuttling back and forth between various guests to teach or practice with them, but from time to time he would glance over at me or have an employee here bring me a glass of juice.

  Until the end of time he was still busy as usual, but I didn't leave directly today and instead waited for him at the door.

  He came out and saw me, feeling a bit surprised. I told him about Uncle Wang wanting to see him. At first, he was incredulous, then very happy to nod in agreement, muttering something under his breath "We're saved".

  Chengyou sent me home, and on the way, I remained silent. Perhaps knowing that I was unhappy, he kept telling me some funny stories about his time working at the badminton hall. I just forced a faint smile.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and the hot sweat on my face was instantly frozen. I involuntarily shrunk my head, but in a moment, a thick coat had been draped over me.

  Looking at Sung-yoo's smiling face, I suddenly remembered that night, Wang Zi-jun also did the same thing, but he didn't have an angelic smile like Sung-yoo.

  "Early summer, be careful!" I didn't react in time to what happened, whoosh, and when I came to my senses, I found myself being held in Cheng You's arms, while the two of us rolled to the side of the road together.

  I just realized I almost got hit by a car just now.

  Looking at his frightened expression asking if I was hurt, and the scrape on his cheek, I felt a little heartache and guilt, as well as slightly moved.

  "Cheng You, you really love me, won't you like someone else again?"

  He was taken aback by my sudden question, then tightly hugged me in his arms and clearly told me in my ear, "I love you, I will never let anyone hurt my Chunxia again."