If only I hadn't gone up the mountain to play that day.
He will also die at home without realizing it, just like his biological parents.
"Xiao Jue?"
Gingerbread called out several times, but the other party did not respond.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the dregs of the medicine.
"Junior brother?"
The boy looked up, his clear, cold eyes filled with sorrow.
Gingerbread was stunned; she had never seen Fen Jue show such an expression before.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Gingerbread carefully voiced her guess, "I know, you must be crying from the pain."
"......"
Fen Jue rolled his eyes slightly, his expression aggrieved, and said, "Yes, it hurts a lot."
Her face clearly said, "I knew it."
Gingerbread came over carrying bottles and jars, saying, "Applying the medicine will relieve the pain. Be strong, junior brother."
"Okay," he replied softly, then, feeling that a single word wasn't enough, he paused and added, "Thank you for your help."
“What’s the trouble? Whether it’s Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, or Li Dapu, who’s lying here, I’ll take care of them all. After all, we’re family.” Jiang Bingbing lowered her head to arrange the order of applying the medicine and took out a pair of scissors.
Hearing her say such a long string of names.
Burning away a lump in my throat.
Gingerbread first used scissors to carefully cut the fabric that was stuck to the wound, occasionally asking him in a soft voice, "Does it hurt?"
"fine."
As he spoke, his body trembled slightly, and his fingers, hanging by his sides, curled up in pain.
"You're just being stubborn." Gingerbread blinked hard and whispered, "If it hurts, just say so. It's not shameful."
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