"Donor?" He Yunmin laughed angrily, took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Zhao, clenching his hands behind his robe into fists, veins bulging.
"We haven't seen each other for two years, and brother has already forgotten me?!"
A lot of things happened two years ago. Among them, their He Mansion was destroyed by hired killers, and he was picked up by the killer organization. The Blood Moon Killing Hall used poison to control his body, making him only able to obey orders.
It's funny to say, fate is so cruel.
In order to avenge the extermination of his family and to gain his freedom as soon as possible, he practiced martial arts desperately in the past two years. He achieved the standard that others took ten years to complete in just two years.
Now that he was finally able to go out and take on missions, the first thing he thought of was to see his brother. Who would have thought that his brother would actually give him amnesia?!
The few pieces of firewood in her hand were snatched away. Zhao Zhao looked into his angry eyes, her expression still gentle.
He Yunmin stared at him, originally intending to get angry and question him, but as he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but become sore.
Just like before, he has never changed. His eyes are still clear and bright, not polluted by any evil. At this moment, they are reflecting his figure perfectly.
It's as if nothing has changed between them...
The question he was about to ask turned into "Why are you wearing so little?"
It was already late autumn, and the cold wind was beginning to be biting, but Zhao Zhao was still wearing the plain monk's clothes.
He Yunmin's eyes were red, and his emotions accumulated to a critical point. He suddenly threw the broken firewood to the ground and shouted, "Don't you know that you are weak? Why are you wearing so little?!" He even choked up a little at the end of his words.
After two years of grievance and anger, when I saw him, I could only say these few meaningless words.
Zhao Zhao knew that he was unhappy and was even prepared to face his anger, but unexpectedly, this silly boy only asked him why he was wearing so little.
Seeing Zhao Zhao didn't say anything, He Yunmin secretly pinched his soft flesh. After calming down, he pretended to lower his head inadvertently, and happened to see two lines of tears slowly sliding down his face.
He Yunmin:!
He panicked in an instant, not caring whether he was angry or aggrieved, and quickly bent down to wipe away his tears.
Knowing that her palms were rough, she carefully wiped his face with her sleeves, and immediately lowered her voice, "I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly and scared you."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao started to cry again.
This was the first time He Yunmin saw Zhao Zhao cry since he was born. Haha, how could he be so worthy as to make the honorable Buddhist prince cry for him.
He forced a faint smile and coaxed humbly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."
"If you don't want to see me, I'll leave."
Not wanting to annoy him, He Yunmin immediately turned around and left without looking back.
"Minmin..."
Through tearful eyes, Zhao Zhao saw He Yunmin's lonely and lost back. He was obviously already a tall young man, but he still looked so fragile.
"Minmin..."
As he hurried forward, his slightly limping leg became visible. He Yunmin seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He turned around immediately and saw his posture.
"Brother! What happened to your foot?"
Zhao Zhao secretly tugged at his sleeve, worried that he would leave again, then smiled slightly and said, "I twisted it a few days ago, it's nothing, don't worry."
Hearing this, He Yunmin's voice became even louder, "Why don't you take a good rest instead of coming out to pick up firewood?"
Zhao Zhao was helpless.
Then He Yunmin yelled, "Why don't you just leave it all to your good senior brother~"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Zhao Zhao always feels that this sentence has a weird tone.
Speak of the devil, and here he appears. Fu Wei, who had picked up two large baskets full of firewood, saw Zhao Zhao being blocked by a man with a murderous look on his face, and rushed over with a sickle in his hand.
Just as he was about to curse, his eyes suddenly met with that young man in black.
What a familiar face! Have they seen them somewhere before?
However, seeing that he had no ill intentions, Fu Wei slowed down his pace slightly.
The young man was not friendly to him. When he saw him, he kept a stern face and looked at him with sidelong eyes, as if he owed him his life.
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