She remembers that every time she fell, her mother would whimper, and then the pain would subside.
Su Qingzhi wiped her hands clean, then pulled Zhouzhou into her arms.
She lowered her head and gently blew on the small, red wound.
Zhouzhou has stopped crying.
She nestled in her mother's arms, her little hands quietly encircling her neck, and closed her eyes.
"I'm scared!"
She looked around, but couldn't see Zhenzhen anywhere.
Zhenzhen heard her call, and he stood there with his eyes downcast.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but that he was afraid, afraid that his mother would scold him for not taking good care of his younger sister.
Su Qingzhi then noticed him.
She had just finished treating Zhouzhou's wound, and her forehead was still covered with fine beads of sweat.
From the moment she noticed her child had fallen, her entire attention was focused on Zhouzhou, leaving her no energy to pay attention to the silent little figure beside her.
She sighed softly.
"Zhenzhen, come here."
Zhenzhen slowly raised her eyes.
Su Qingzhi didn't urge him, but just looked at him quietly, then slowly raised her hand and gently beckoned to him.
The child stood still, his hands clenched into fists.
One second, two seconds...
Finally, he mustered his courage and slowly moved forward.
She took a half-step forward, squatted down, and reached out to hold his tightly clenched little hand.
"Were you frightened? Your sister's hand is fine. The doctor said it's just a superficial injury and it will heal quickly. It's not your fault, really not your fault."
Zhenzhen's throat bobbed violently.
“I…I didn’t watch her properly…On the very first day, I hurt her…I…I’m not a good brother…”
Su Qingzhi's heart clenched painfully.
She silently picked up Zhouzhou and gently placed her on the soft cushion beside Lu Jichuan's bed.
Then he took Zhenzhen's hand again and led him closer.
She noticed that his fists were still clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging.
"Open your hands so Mommy can see, okay?"
Zhenzhen was taken aback.
After a moment's hesitation, he finally slowly loosened his clenched fingers, his palm gradually opening.
"Oh my god!"
Su Qingzhi gasped in shock.
"You child, you're injured like this, how come you didn't say a word? Not a single mention of it?!"
On Zhenzhen's palm, there was a deep cut, with large patches of skin scraped, red, swollen, and ulcerated around it.
Compared to Zhouzhou's minor injuries, Zhenzhen's injuries were much more serious.
But this child didn't utter a single sound from beginning to end.
"Zhenzhen isn't in pain..."
Su Qingzhi felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
The injury was most likely caused by the fall. His first reaction wasn't to protect himself, but to rush over and shield Zhouzhou with his body.
As a result, he himself was pressed heavily to the ground, and his palm hit the sharp stone.
How painful must it have been at that moment?
Such a young child, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered.
She quickly took out a jade bottle from her medicine box and scooped out a small spoonful of clear, dew-like spiritual spring water.
"Just bear with it, it will pass soon."
As she spoke, she gently poured water droplets onto his wound.
As soon as the water droplet touched the wound, Zhenzhen's brow furrowed sharply.
Su Qingzhi felt a lump in her throat.
She quickly softened her movements, carefully avoiding the deepest crack with her fingertips.
As the spiritual spring water seeped in slightly, the redness and swelling around the wound subsided a little, and she was finally able to see the whole picture.
The two-centimeter-long laceration was deep enough to expose the flesh, and a large chunk of skin at the edge had been worn away.
Such an injury would make even an adult cry out in pain, let alone a child.
What about Zhenzhen?
He didn't cry, not even a single tear fell.
If Zhouzhou hadn't told her later, she probably would still be in the dark.
She took Zhenzhen to find Yang Wenlan.
Yang Wenlan took the child and carefully cleaned his wound.
After applying the medicine, she took out clean gauze from the medicine box and wrapped it around the child's arm, one circle after another.
After the bandage was finished, Zhenzhen's arm was swollen, and even he couldn't help but grin when he looked down at it.
"That woman, Li Yunduo, will definitely not let you off the hook."
Yang Wenlan's tone was somber.
"She's the most vengeful person, she can't stand the slightest grievance, and she's incredibly petty. She lost face in front of so many people today, how could she possibly let it go? She's holding back a lot of anger, just waiting for a chance to get revenge."
In the past, she would spread rumors all over the family compound in order to adopt Zhenzhen.
"I'll fight anyone who tries to take this child!"
Now, Su Qingzhi not only took the child away, but also publicly contradicted her in front of everyone.
How could Li Yunduo swallow this insult?
Furthermore, Su Qingzhi is currently pregnant, which makes her body heavy and her emotions prone to fluctuations.
“If she causes any more trouble and hurts you and the child, I won’t let her off the hook.”
"Sister Wenlan, don't worry."
Su Qingzhi smiled.
"If she really dares to come, I'm not afraid. I'll meet force with force and water with water. I really don't believe she can turn the world upside down."
"You are different."
Yang Wenlan frowned.
"You're pregnant right now, you can't take any risks. What will happen to the baby if something happens to you? What will happen to yourself?"
Her words were full of worry, and her fingers unconsciously touched Su Qingzhi's slightly protruding belly.
"I know my limits, and I won't be foolish enough to confront them head-on."
Su Qingzhi gently patted the back of her hand.
"I will avoid her as much as possible and will never give her a chance to take advantage of me."
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