Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long while before he turned his gaze to his surroundings. When he saw his former dearest aunt An Lingyan, his uncle An Lingyao who liked to play with him, and An Lingyang whose hair was much whiter than before, he finally came to his senses.
"Grandpa..." A crying voice came out of Yun Shaojun's mouth, "Grandpa, where are my parents? Are they...are they dead?"
An Lingyang sat beside the bed, hugged him in his arms, and choked up, "Junjun, it's Grandpa who is useless. He didn't save your father and your mother. It's Grandpa who is useless!"
"Dad! Mom! Woo woo!!"
Yun Shaojun was only an eight-year-old child after all. When he confirmed the news of his parents' death, he could no longer hold back his tears.
An Lingyuan's wife has always loved these two children the most. At this moment, she couldn't help but tear up. "As long as you and An'an are alive, it's good! From now on, Junjun and An'an will follow us. We will take care of you like our own children, okay?"
Yun Shaojun cried for a long time before wiping away his tears, his eyes full of hatred, "Grandpa, it was the people of the Jinwu tribe, it was that beast Wuda who killed my father and mother! I must avenge my parents!"
"Your parents' revenge has been taken." An Lingyao said hurriedly, "Junjun, the person you should thank the most is Xi Yue. It was he who saved you, and it was he and the Second Master Xi who killed the people of the Jinwu tribe. Even Wu Da died in their hands."
Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long while before he sat up on the bed and kowtowed solemnly to Xi Yue.
Xi Yue patted Yun Shaojun on the shoulder lightly, signaling him not to go through all the formalities, but her eyes fell on the little girl Yun Anxin.
With so many things happening just now, the little girl kept her head down, her face was pale, and her body was trembling, as if she was immersed in her own world and couldn't pull herself out.
Xi Yue's warm hand gently touched the little girl's forehead, and Yun Anxin immediately trembled violently, as if trying to avoid it in fear.
But suddenly, she seemed to feel something, and she raised her head timidly, her eyes falling on Xi Yue.
"An An, are you okay?" An Lingyao asked nervously, "Are you still in pain? Let your uncle take a look!"
However, as soon as An Lingyao spoke, Yun Anxin immediately grabbed Xi Yue's hand in fear, and hid behind Xi Yue like a frightened little rabbit, her body trembling.
No matter who it was, except Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun, as long as others spoke or approached the girl, she would be terrified and her face would turn pale. Even when An Lingyao wanted to forcibly treat her, she was so scared that her face turned pale and she fainted.
"An An, An An!" Yun Shaojun was so frightened that his face changed, and he held his unconscious sister tightly.
"PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)." Xi Yue shook her head, looking at the little girl's pale smiling face, with pity in her voice.
"Master Xi, what are you talking about?"
Xi Yue sighed and said, "An An was hit so hard and frightened that she closed her heart. This has nothing to do with physical illness. It's a psychological barrier. Even I can't do anything about it."
"Then... what should we do?"
Xi Yue reached out and gently stroked the girl's forehead. After a while, she said, "As long as you take good care of her, let her forget the pain she had at the beginning and feel happy, she will slowly get better."
Yun Shaojun's eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists and said, "I will definitely take good care of my sister." (To be continued)