"Um?"
Damian, who was originally staring at Zhao Zhao in a daze, suddenly sensed the blood connection coming from outside the castle. He slowly walked to the window, pushed it open, and leaned casually against the window frame, staring at the guy flying in the distance.
When his handsome face was without a smile, he looked very distant and cold. His black wings blocked half of the moonlight, and he came from the darkness. He did not look like a good guy.
The distance between them narrowed, their eyes met, and Darid smiled softly again, "Brother~Aren't you dead~"
It was still the same annoying tone. Even though he had heard it for hundreds of years, Damian still wanted to beat him up when he heard that despicable voice again.
"Bang!" He closed the window, and after a while, Daryl pushed the door open.
He first looked at the sleeping Zhao Zhao gently for a while, then pulled Damian out.
The two men smiled at each other, their faces identical, one hypocritical and the other vicious.
"When did you wake up?"
"Where did you die again?"
They said it in unison, and then rolled their eyes together. They were very tacit in this regard.
Damian frowned and spoke first, "I woke up this morning. Tell me, where did you guys go after you died? Why did you leave little Hill alone in the castle?"
"Don't worry, I just rushed back as soon as possible." Darid smiled and took out the herbs wrapped in three layers from his pocket.
"A few days ago I heard that this herb is very effective in treating amnesia, so I picked it."
He looked at the grass and smiled gently. This time he was not pretending. He just couldn't help but feel happy when he thought that this grass could really be effective for the cub's amnesia.
Thinking of Zhao Zhao, he straightened his expression and said, "You know everything about Xiao Xi'er, right?"
"Um."
"That's good. Next, let's work together to find a way to treat little Hill." They have been busy with this matter for a while. Even his father has been running around for this matter and they haven't seen him for a long time.
"Okay." Damian naturally had no objection. Just as he was about to take the herbs from Dared's hand to study, Dared put them back into his pocket. "No need for you to work. Go and rest."
His face is as pale as a ghost, and he's still trying to be brave...
Damian glared at him, unwilling to be outdone, "Why are you sleeping so late at night? I..."
"What are you talking about? You should go to bed at night."
Damian hadn't adjusted to the time difference, but Dared had completely adjusted to it.
Taking advantage of Damian's weakness after waking up, Darede easily sent him back to his room.
After my ears are quiet, it’s time to prepare herbs for Zhao Zhao. I hope they’ll be useful.
However, he was destined to be disappointed. The next day, after Zhao Zhao drank the precious herbal medicine made according to ancient methods, there was still no sign of improvement.
The cub in his arms, who had been forced to drink the unpalatable herbal medicine, cried loudly. Dared and Damian worked together to comfort him for a long time before he could calm down.
This continued for the next few days. Several other princes successively sought for the supposedly effective treatment drugs or instruments, but without exception, they had no effect.
This day.
"Little Hill, look what your second brother brought you~" Asher suddenly appeared in a corner of the castle garden, holding a bunch of rare pink roses that were not available in this season.
The baby playing with the doll in the courtyard seemed to be autistic, with his eyes blank and no reaction to his words, not even raising his eyes.
"Little Hill~" Asher forced a smile and handed the flower to Zhao Zhao. The cub in front of him slowly raised his head and asked in surprise, "Is it for me?"
"Yes, doesn't our little Hill like pink gadgets the most?"
Asher smiled dotingly, looking at him with eyes full of heartache.
"Little Hill?"
Seeing Zhao Zhao's bewildered expression, Asher had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, the cub raised his bright eyes and asked blankly, "Who is Xiao Xi'er?"
"Silly boy, of course it's... you."
The cumulative blows over the past few days finally caused Asher to begin to collapse emotionally.
Seeing him crying, Zhao Zhao's heart began to ache.
My mind couldn't remember him, but my body reacted as if it did.
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