Only you in my love

Chapter 921 I Will Be Ugly If I Wear So Much

Sound followed Reyna's sight and saw Sampson. His dark eyes were very calm.

He was so calm, as if she was following him.

From that angle, he must have seen her being photographed just now.

Clearly he had seen it, but he didn't come to help. How hard-hearted!

When Sound thought about it, she turned furious. Then she glared at Sampson, who was a little

confused, wondering whether he had offended her.

People entered the carriage one after another. The empty carriage became crowded again. Sampson

and Sound couldn't see each other now.

When Sound arrived at the destination and got off the subway, she raised her head and saw Sampson

walking in front of her.

Sound didn't want to say anything about it.

Why was he everywhere? Unlucky!

She suspected that Sampson was following her, but she didn't have any evidence. Otherwise, how

could it be so coincident that they sat in the same carriage and got off at the same time?

Sound followed behind Sampson from afar and kept thinking about something. When she walked out of

the subway station, she saw a tall man waving at them.

He had brown skin, dense eyebrows and big eyes.

He was in his early twenties. He should be a student from a college nearby.

Looking at face, Sound felt familiar, but she was sure that she didn't know him.

But Sampson knew him. He walked towards the man and greeted him, "Hi, Zachary."

It was Zachary, the son of Colten and Lena, Noah's colleagues. Zachary was two years older than

Sampson.

He just entered the University in September last year, and now he was a freshman.

When he was having meals in the canteen, he suddenly received a message from Sampson, saying

that he was coming for him. Zachary quickly took two bites of rice and came to pick him up.

Zachary had a good relationship with Sampson. They were like brothers. Since Sampson came back to

Spring City at the age of five, Zachary had been his playmate.

Sampson always said Zachary was his brother. The two of them got along with each other very well.

"Need to eat something?" Zachary looked at Sampson up and down and pulled his school uniform. "I

also want to be young as you. How can you not feel cold in only a school uniform?"

"No, I'm wearing two." Sampson corrected him.

"Just a T-shirt? It's still cold at night. Put on more clothes, or you will catch a cold."

Sampson's eyes flashed and retorted, "It will be ugly."

Zachary was rendered speechless.

"You won't look ugly no matter what you wear." As soon as he finished speaking, Zachary suddenly

realized something. "Wait! When did you begin to care about your appearance?"

Sampson didn't answer this question.

After all, they had been playmates since they were little boys, so Zachary knew Sampson very well.

Suddenly, he showed a meaningful smile and became serious the next second.

"Study is important. Don't fall in love at this age."

Sampson cast a sidelong glance at him, and his eyes were calm, as if he was proving that he didn't fall

in love with anyone. Zachary patted him on the shoulder and sighed. "Sorry, I'm thinking too much. You

warned me of that sentence before. You know better than anyone else."

In fact, when a boy reached puberty, he would pay attention to his own image. But it had been so long

since Sampson reached his puberty, why did he start to pay attention to it now?

The night wind blew with coldness, dispelling Zachary's suspicion, then Zachary took Sampson to the

college.

"Why do you suddenly come to the college town to see me today? Is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing." Sampson walked forward calmly. "I want to eat Chinese hot pot. The one you took me to eat

when you entered the college last year."

"I see. They have a branch near the QL Garden. And you don't have to go there if you want to eat. Just

call and order the takeout." Zachary put his arm around Sampson's shoulder with a smile. "Do you miss

me?"

"Yes." Sampson gave a casual reply, but Zachary didn't realize that he was perfunctory.

In the distance, Sound could only see the two talking, but she could not hear clearly what they were

talking about. Looking at their receding figures, she felt a little disappointed.

She couldn't help but criticize Sampson inwardly for his ruthlessness.

Sound was also dressed in very few clothes. She just wore an undershirt and a school uniform. When

the night wind blew, she couldn't help but shiver.

As soon as she took out her phone, Vance's video call came.

Sound received it. Vance's handsome face was magnified on the screen, revealing a white collar. It

should be the doctor's white gown.

Vance's smooth forehead was exposed by the wind, and there was sweat on it. It seemed that he had

just done a long-distance running.

"Vance, what are you doing?"

"Where are you, Sound?" They asked at the same time. Vance sounded very anxious. "Sound, are you

at the subway station?"

Sound said in surprise, "Yes."

"Which exit?"

"Okay, let me have a look." Sound looked up and saw the white number printed on the subway

entrance. "Vance, I'm at exit 3."

"Okay, just stand there. I'll be right there."

"Oh, Vance, how do you know which subway station I am in?" The video call was cut off as soon as

Sound finished her question.

Vance strode to her.

"Why are you here?" Rubbing Sound's head, Vance continued to ask, "Don't you need to go to the

evening class tonight?"

"Well, I don't have to take the exam tomorrow, and I don't have to go to class tomorrow." The wind

blowing through the subway entrance was very strong and chilly, and Sound sneezed.

With a frown, Vance quickly took off his white coat and put it on Sound. "Don't wear so little. The

temperature varied greatly between day and night in March."

"Ouch!" Sound raised her misty eyes, rubbed her nose, and put on the coat obediently. The wide coat

covered her school uniform, the rem of which reached her knees, as if she was wearing a dress.

With such a dress-like coat on her body, the school uniform pants looked a little weird now. Perhaps

only a beauty like Sound could make it not very weird.

Sound looked at Vance's thin white T-shirt and asked, "Vance, will you feel cold after you gave your

coat to me?"

"I'm not cold. Feel it if you don't believe me." Vance stretched out his broad palm towards her, and his

slender fingers curved slightly. Under the light, she could see his faint blood vessel under his skin.

Sound's hands were hidden in long sleeves. She stretched one hand out. Only after a while did she

successfully showed her hand and grabbed Vance's hand. It was warm!

The warmth was even constantly transmitted into her hands.

Sound withdrew her hand and looked up at Vance, smiling. "As long as you are not cold."

"Let's go. After dinner, ask the driver to pick you up to Uncle Noah's house." "I have something to deal

with. I have to go back later," said Vance.

Sound grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Vance, can I stay here and wait for you? I won't cause you any

trouble."

"Vance, I miss home." She lowered her head, tears rolling down instantly.

Hearing her sob, Vance gasped for breath and panicked. He quickly pulled her to a corner with fewer

people around, bent down and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry. Call Dad and Mom if you miss them. Or, go back to Lexingport City tonight. I'll take you

back. I'll ask for leave in the college."

Sound's family didn't have the heart to let her suffer any grievance.

Sound was unable to cry when she was a child. After she grew up and understood emotions, she could

cry. She couldn't feel the pain on her body, so she never cried because of injuries. She only shed tears

when she felt sad. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Her tears made Vance's heart ache.

Her sadness was like a tidal wave, which came and went so suddenly. After a short while, Sound

sniffed and raise her head again. She didn't look so sorrowful then, but her eyes were still a little red.

Sound shook her head and said, "Vance, I won't go back. I can't hide under your umbrella all my life. I

have to live my own life."

Then Sound sniffed and grinned.

Sound looked so silly, which made Vance's heart ache. He held her tightly in his arms and patted the

back of her head. "You can stand under my umbrella all your life."