My Girl

It was getting dark.

One side of the street lamp has not yet been lit, which made the eye color of Jacob even deeper. He looked steadily at Ashley, his lips slightly straightened without moving. She was unable to see how his mood was.

Such a quiet, like the calm before the storm.

Ashley added nervously and anxiously, "My parents never hit me."

His eyelids moved and suddenly noticed a particularly conspicuous mark on Ashley's clean school uniform. Located next to the neckline, it was obviously burned out by cigarettes.

Jacob looked at her and thought he was wrong, so he slowly drew closer.

But Ashley thought he was really going to teach her a lesson, clenched her lips, looked afraid, and resigned to flatten her hidden hands behind her and put them timidly in front of him.

Jacob's Adam's apple rolled down and pointed to her collar. "How did you get it?"

Ashley was stunned and looked in the direction he pointed out.

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