He gently closed his eyes, savoring this moment of happiness, and felt that he really liked this feeling.
Under Jiang Luoluo's meticulous care, Xie Zhichen recovered quickly. The sutures were gradually absorbed, and his lips healed day by day, becoming smooth and even.
On this day, Xie Zhichen sat in front of Jiang Luoluo's dressing table, his small, tender hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, his eyes wide open, staring intently at himself in the bronze mirror.
He used to feel that he was different from others, and that scar became a shadow in his heart.
He couldn't help but ask himself softly: After today, will I be like other children?
His small face was reflected in the mirror, filled with anticipation and nervousness; he even held his breath.
Xie Yizhi stood quietly to one side, his gaze deep yet unable to conceal his tension, his hands already clenched into fists. Even the usually taciturn Mo Feng rarely showed emotion at this moment, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on Jiang Luoluo's movements.
Jiang Luoluo smiled slightly and gently lifted the cotton cloth covering Xie Zhichen's lips, instantly drawing everyone's attention to his small face reflected in the bronze mirror.
"Wow, Miss Jiang, you are like Hua Tuo reborn, with miraculous healing skills! This young master's lips are no different from ordinary people's!" Mo Yang was the first to exclaim, his tone full of shock and excitement.
“Yes, not only that, the young prince is even more handsome now, he looks exactly like the prince.” Even the usually silent Mo Feng couldn’t help but speak up.
Mo Yang's eyes widened, and he swung his fist and punched Mo Feng in the butt.
Even Dingdang, who usually helps Jiang Luoluo, couldn't help but cover her mouth, her voice full of amazement, "Miss, your medical skills are truly miraculous!"
Xie Zhichen stared at the unfamiliar yet familiar little face in the bronze mirror, almost unable to believe his eyes.
He stood there for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the chair, ran quickly towards Jiang Luoluo, and threw himself into her arms.
Jiang Luoluo squatted down and gently hugged him, feeling a surge of warmth in her chest.
Xie Zhichen pressed his little lips to her cheek and kissed her, saying in a childish voice, "Thank you, sister!"
Jiang Luoluo gently kissed his forehead, then playfully pinched his little nose, and said with a smile, "From now on, Zhichen will be the most handsome child in Daqi! If anyone dares to call you a little monster again, your sister will definitely beat him up!"
As she spoke, she raised her little fist and made a fierce gesture, which made Xie Zhichen giggle.
Xie Yizhi, standing to the side, watched this scene. His cold and stern features gradually softened, and his icy eyes, as cold as the night, became moist.
He accompanied Xie Zhichen through difficult times, and now, his long-suppressed heart was finally illuminated by the warm sunshine brought by Jiang Luoluo.
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