He Will Come Back Before Dawn

39

The third floor was Children's Toy City. Compared to the second floor's atmosphere, it was more innocent and cheerful here.

Pei Chuan looked down at her. From the left pocket of her uniform, she took out a red envelope with "peace and happiness" written on it. Bei Yao said very sincerely, "Thank you for saving Bei Jun. My mother said our family has nothing we can give to thank you. She wanted to meet you, but you don't live in the Pei house anymore."

His pitch-black eyes were looking at the red envelope.

The girl's cheeks were pink. "Well… there isn't much inside. My family is a little poor, you know. These are my parent's feelings."

All throughout Pei Chuan’s life, it had been the first time someone had given him money.

He knew he might have a bad reputation at their Sixth Middle School, but she had still come to give this to him. Pro Chuan said with a low voice, "No need, I'm not short on money."

She looked up at him, her gaze very pure. "Okay." Bei Yao put the red envelope back into her left pocket, then took out something from her right pocket.

His gaze was fixed on her hand, his heart beating faster for a moment.

The girl's tone was very soft and asked his opinion, "Can this be accepted?"

It was a "Jing Wan Hong*" burn ointment which was sold for only a few yuan.

(T/N: Jing Wan Hong is a burn ointment made out of 30 kinds of Chinese herbs. It can promote blood circulation, heal and relieve scars, reduce swelling by detoxification, and much more.)

"Pei Chuan, do your hands still hurt?" Her voice was soft and gentle, like a fine thread of silk slipping into his heart.

He knew he couldn't and shouldn't accept it. He should reject it the same way he had done to that red envelope. But his body stiffened, and he felt like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. He stretched out his right hand.

The line on Pei Chuan's palm was broken palm*.

(T/N: It has something to do with palm reading fortune-telling. A broken palm is when there is a line in your hand that crosses the entire palm, which looks like a dividing line.)

It was said that people with such a palm were quite ruthless when they hit others, but they could endure hardship and were hardworking. The young man practiced boxing, his bones wide and distinct, and his palm was still red and swollen.

She gently placed her hand on his palm. "From now on, you cannot wash your hands with boiling water, do you understand?"

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "En."

She’d found out about it last night when she’d tied up the balloon for him. She’d understood what had happened once she’d thought about the hot water dripping on his room’s floor. Bei Yao had gone to the school early and visited the school infirmary first. It was now 6:30 p.m. and Bei Yao hadn't eaten yet, but she had to rush back before 8 o'clock for the first period of evening self-study.

Pei Chuan knew she had to go.

He held the box of ointment tightly and put it into his pocket.

"Bye Pei Chuan, I'm going back."

He watched her go downstairs. The silhouette of the girl's slender back gradually faded.

The door of elegant room* on the second floor was open, the food was completely cold, but Pei Chuan had not returned. Jin Ziyang had a big heart. He smiled and said, "Let's go and look for him."