She's someone else's child.
So Wang Ma didn't think much of it, assuming that the young master was kind-hearted, considerate of his servants, and didn't want to trouble them.
Upon hearing that he was leaving, leaving her and Wang Ma alone, Fang Zhi looked at Qi Shen with pleading eyes.
She knew that Wang Ma was not like her mother, but the years of trauma had left an indelible impression on her.
She couldn't help but feel afraid.
Her performance was exactly what Qi Shen wanted, greatly satisfying his desire to control everything.
Qi Shen lowered his eyes to meet her gaze and whispered to comfort her, "Don't worry, my room is right next door. After you take a shower, I'll take you downstairs for dinner."
The boy's gentle and patient features resembled those of a polite and kind gentleman, and his soft voice inexplicably put her at ease.
Fang Zhi moved her lips slightly and said, "Mmm."
Suddenly remembering something, Qi Shen instructed, "Wang Ma, Zhizhi has wounds on her body. Remember to bandage the wounds when you bathe her."
"Yes, young master."
A warm stream flowed through her heart; she had truly met a wonderful older brother.
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The girl was quiet and obedient, and Wang Ma was afraid of startling her, so the only sound in the bathroom was water.
The water in the bathtub became murky, and after changing the water twice, Wang Ma finally realized that the mud and dirt on her body had been cleaned.
Only then did I realize that my fair complexion hadn't been diminished at all, even after working under the scorching sun in Qingcheng Village.
But this whiteness is also the whiteness of malnutrition and illness.
Besides the spot where she fell today, she has other injuries of varying sizes and depths on her body.
It's shocking.
As Wang Ma gently dressed and dried the girl's hair, she cursed inwardly:
What kind of beast would do such a cruel thing to a six-year-old girl?
When Fang Zhi reappeared before Qi Shen, it was like a pearl that had been covered in dust, now being polished to a shine.
His black T-shirt just covered her calves. The girl had delicate features and looked gentle, soft, and vulnerable.
Qi Shen instantly thought of three words: dodder flower.
It appears weak and dependent on a host for survival, yet it can unknowingly drain the host's life force.
Then he couldn't help but chuckle, secretly mocking himself for overthinking; she was just a girl he was keeping.
After dinner, Wang Ma quietly told Qi Shen about it.
After hearing this, the boy rubbed his fingertips together, his eyes deep and dark, lost in thought.
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