Ning Anan looked at her master who disappeared in a flash, opened her mouth, but could not say anything.

That clean, bright, and handsome face was now stained with a layer of sadness.

How could he not feel guilty and blame himself when the witch was so sad?

In a trance, a purple light blocked her eyes. Ning Anan came to her senses and saw Qiqing in front of her.

The gloomy look that flashed across Qiqing's face was so quick that it was impossible to catch it.

"Ning Anan..." Qiqing's soft voice sounded.

She finally understood that the mistress Ning Anan mentioned didn't like her, didn't allow her to stay here, and even wanted to kill her.

Ning Anan protected her, but she must be unhappy.

Feeling Qiqing's low breath, Ning Anan tried hard to force a smile on her face and thought about changing the subject.

He pointed to the bamboo basket that Qi Qing had been holding and asked, "What is this? Did you pick it in the back mountains?"

Qiqing's spirits had indeed been restored, and a glimmer of light appeared in his hazy purple eyes.

The corners of her lavender lips curled up slightly, and she said with a hint of pride: "Well... I picked it on the back mountain, here..."

As he said this, he pushed the basket full of herbs towards Ning Anan.

Ning Anan was very surprised. There was still some dirt on the corners of her purple clothes, and there were some unclear gray stains on her palm-sized face.

Even her long black hair, which had always been docile and neatly tied up, was a little messy.

Just now, I was too worried about whether she was injured, and I didn't notice Qiqing's slightly embarrassed appearance.

After taking the bamboo basket handed over by the bare hand, the tender, white and smooth hands were stained with dried blood.

Five or six long and thin scars hit Ning Anan's eyes fiercely. Ning Anan's face changed, and the bamboo basket in his hand fell directly to the ground without being held firmly.

Ning Anan hurriedly grabbed Qiqing's hands and asked quickly and urgently, "Are you injured? Let me see!"

There was no time to say anything more, so I took Qiqing's pulse first.

Fortunately... fortunately... he was not poisoned. Many of the herbs on the mountain behind are highly poisonous, so he is always careful and cautious when picking them.

If Qiqing loses his memory, he may not be able to distinguish all medicinal and poisonous herbs.

Now the palm of his hand is scratched. If he really encounters some poisonous grass, it is not impossible that he will be killed instantly.

Thinking of this, Ning Anan's heart ached. She took Qiqing's hand and walked into the thatched hut to clean Qiqing's wound.

Qi Qing was dragged forward by Ning An'an. He looked back at the herbs scattered on the ground and muttered, "Ning An'an, those...those..."

Ning Anan, however, was different from the gentle older brother he usually was. His words were filled with anger for the first time:

"Just put them there, don't worry about it..." My hands are already in this condition, why should I care about those herbs!

Qiqing felt a little sad. She had picked these flowers one by one and was busy for most of the hour.

But she also knew that Ning Anan was unhappy. Qiqing's mood became depressed and she stopped talking.

No matter how heartbroken or angry she was, Ning Anan held Qiqing's hand loosely, not daring to use force for fear of hurting her.

After entering the room, Ning Anan asked Qiqing to sit on the chair, spread out her palm, and began to clean her wound.

Ning Anan's movements were very light, so light that the touch was almost unnoticeable, with only a slight cool and numb feeling.

Qiqing wanted to pull his hand away, but Ning Anan held it back, lowered her head to his palm and blew gently.

Waves of warm air sprayed on the palm of my hand, and the tingling sensation there, which was not heavy to begin with, disappeared instantly, replaced by another tingling illusion.

Qiqing saw that although Ning Anan was still frowning, her expression looked much better.

With his head lowered, he carefully applied medicine to Qiqing while blowing on her.

Her long eyelashes were half-drooped and trembled slightly with Ning Anan's movements.

The plump red lips were pouting and stained with some crystal water.

Under the sunset light shining through the window lattice, it looks even more translucent and tempting, inviting you to taste it like a delicacy.

Qiqing stared at the crimson color and slowly lowered his head.

"Don't go to the back mountain to pick herbs alone anymore. There are many poisonous herbs growing there.

If you accidentally touch it, it's very dangerous. Tell me what you want and I will help you pick it."

Ning Anan was too anxious just now and didn't hear what Qiqing hadn't finished saying, nor did he know that this was Qiqing's birthday gift to him.

But in the end, he was reluctant to continue being angry with Qiqing, so he reminded him helplessly.

Not hearing Qiqing's response, Ning Anan looked up in confusion: "Qi..."

Before he could finish his words, his almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and the soft touch on his lips exploded into Ning Anan's brain like a thunderbolt.

It hit him so hard that he couldn't recover for a long time.

His face was filled with shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Ning Anan..." The innocent expression on Qiqing's face, which was so close to her, made Ning Anan sober up a little.

Qiqing tilted his head, as if he didn't know what was wrong with Ning Anan.

He raised the other hand that was not held by Ning Anan and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Ning An'an..." The girl shook her snow-white hands gently twice, which seemed to burn his rapidly beating heart.

It burned his whole body.

Ning Anan was a little at a loss. After spending these days together, he realized that he had developed different feelings towards Qi Qing.

But what about Qiqing? She probably only sees her as a big brother she can rely on.

He may not be emotionally smart, but he can feel it.

I don’t know if it’s because of amnesia, or simply because he’s too young, or for some other reason.

Qi Qing doesn't understand love, right? By doing this, isn't it like taking advantage of someone's misfortune?

But then I thought, maybe it's not true? Maybe Qiqing also has feelings for me?

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so clingy to me.

Ning Anan's mind was in a mess. When she met Qiqing's confused and misty purple eyes, an indescribable strangeness rose in her heart.

Ning Anan stood up hurriedly, coughed lightly, and said uncomfortably:

"Well, well, I'll heal the wound on your hand. I...I'll go see the witch..."

After saying all that, he didn't even dare to look at Qiqing and ran out in a panic.

Qi Qing was stunned in the house for a while, then mechanically stood up and walked to the door of the thatched hut.

Looking at the herbs still scattered on the ground in the yard, the air around him suddenly turned cold.

The mist in the eyes receded, and after a flash of red light, a thin layer of mist gathered again above the purple eyes.

Qi Qing looked a little dazed. She raised her hands, which had been cleaned for wounds, and then glanced at her slightly dirty clothes. The girl's eyebrows slightly frowned.