Hua Yulong ran towards the pavilion in the rain. His left leg seemed stiff. When he was about to reach the pavilion,he stumbled. If he didn't support the pillar on the pavilion in time,he would have fallen.
I hurriedly went forward to support him. There were thousands of words I wanted to say,but it only turned into three words," Thank you!"
He reached out his wet hand and gently stroked my long hair at my waist." Let's go back first ……"
Before he could finish his words,he saw him turn his face to the side and cough softly,and his breathing became hurried.
My heart suddenly ached. How could he endure such bad weather? I raised my hand and gently patted his back,hoping that he would feel better.
In the end,he couldn't hold on any longer. He turned around and fell onto the bench in the
