Because Qin Hexuan's arm was injured, Qingtian suddenly had something to do.

She snatched the ink stick from Qin Hexuan's hand and put it back on the table, then pulled him aside and said, "You can't move if you're injured."

"good."

Qin Hexuan let Qingtian fiddle with it, put down the ink stick, and sat down leaning on the pillow. Qingtian also added a cushion under his arm.

Then she didn't allow Qin Hexuan to do anything by himself, whether it was serving tea or pouring water.

Looking at Qingtian carefully holding the tea bowl with both hands and bringing it to his lips, waiting for him to drink water, Qin Hexuan seemed to be touched by something in his heart. How nice it would be if this was his own sister.

"Are you feeling more comfortable now?" Qingtian looked at him eagerly.

"That's right, it doesn't hurt at all." Qin Hexuan praised repeatedly, "How come Qingtian is so caring!"

Qingtian's face lit up with smiles, and he blurted out, "I've taken care of my brother before!"

Before she finished speaking, her mood immediately fell, and she lowered her head and said, "But my parents never praised me for taking good care of my brother before. They scolded me when my brother cried."

After she finished speaking, she tried to force a smile and said, "Maybe I'm older now, so I'm doing better!"

Seeing Qingtian like this, Qin Hexuan felt a sharp pain in his heart as if being pricked by a needle.

He reached out and gently touched the corner of Qingtian's lips and said, "If you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself."

The corners of Qingtian's mouth drooped instantly, and he curled up beside Qin Hexuan and stopped talking.

Qin Hexuan let her lean on him, and he himself felt strange.

He is not one of those young masters who have never seen the sufferings of the world. In the past few years outside the Great Wall, he has seen many kinds of miserable people.

But he didn't know why, he always felt that such a well-behaved and sensible girl like Qingtian should have been loved by everyone since childhood and grown up like a star in the family.

But the reality is, she has only just turned four years old and has already suffered so much.

Although the Ye Boss and his wife are indeed good to her now, it is hard to say whether they will continue to treat Qingtian so well if they have their own children in the future.

After all, there are too many precedents like this.

Qin Hexuan looked at the clear sky and sighed with heartache.

If it weren't for the pressure from his old man, who kept him from doing as he pleased, he would have asked his mother to adopt Qingtian as her daughter and bring her home to live.

It seems that I have to take better care of her in the future and not let her suffer anymore.