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　　Chapter 128: The drama of love (2)

　　"Did you hear that? That burned down man called this woman his' wife '! "So they are husband and wife …"

　　"This woman dares to marry after being reduced to such a state by the great fire? Won't it be a nightmare to sleep together tonight? "

　　"Why wouldn't I dare?!" Isn't it all the same when the lights are turned off? "Just bear with it."

　　"Oh my G.o.d. So, this world really has a wors.h.i.+ping girl and a green tea watch!"

　　"Maybe they were married before and disfigured after? This woman has not left, but she can also be true love. "

　　"... True love? "Hur hur, with Rolls-Royce, of course there will be true love!"

　　"..."

　　Everyone started to discuss among themselves, and in the next moment they moved from 'Feng Lixin's' body to Lin Xueluo's.

　　These insults and slander more or less stung Xueluo's heart. After all, she was still young and thin. He hadn't been able to remain indifferent to the humiliating poking at her spine.

　　But Xueluo did not care about the whispers of the crowd. He did not dodge, nor did he argue. No matter what they discussed, it couldn't change the hard fact that 'Feng Lixin' was her husband!

　　Xueluo carefully moved, and once again covered 'Feng Lixin's' scarf that was crooked at the side, revealing only his eyes.

　　"Lixin, Doctor Jin said that you can't blow the wild wind, why don't you let Little Qian help you wrap the scarf around your neck? When I go back at night, my skin will hurt. " Xueluo said with a bit of heartache.

　　"Thank you, my good wife."

　　'Feng Lixin 'said in a hoa.r.s.e and low voice. She reached out her hand, and used her rough and uneven hands to stroke Xueluo's face.

　　Xueluo gently caressed any part of his face; following that, 'Feng Lixin' once again started to wrap his fingers around Xueluo's long hair. He seemed to enjoy such simple and monotonous movements.

　　There was a dramatic change in the situation: the husband, who was burned in the wheelchair, and his wife, who was half-kneeling in front of the wheelchair, tidying the clothes of the man.

　　Suddenly, someone in the crowd said in surprise: "I recognize this woman: she is, a senior media major!"

　　As a result, almost all the surrounding students knew: the senior year media major Lin Xueluo had married a man who had been crippled by fire. She became the focal point of the school for the rest of the day.