He could not forget the scene when they were younger, eating from the same bowl of rice and laughing and playing together.
Xi Yue led Wei Zixi and quickly arrived at a valley.
Although there is no spiritual power here, the air is fresh and many useful herbs grow beside the mountain streams.
Who is Xi Yue? She is more familiar with herbs than food. In just half an hour, she picked a whole basket full of them.
Wei Zixi followed behind Xi Yue, stealing glances at him from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.
Xi Yue ignored his little tricks. After crushing the herbs by the stream, she waved to him, "Come here."
Wei Zixi was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked to Xi Yue's side.
Xi Yue grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit next to her.
The little boy was very thin and skinny, and the skin on his face looked sallow due to years of malnutrition, which covered up his originally delicate and beautiful facial features.
In particular, there were countless scars on his body, crisscrossed, bruised, red and swollen, and some were oozing pus.
Xi Yue lifted his sleeves, took some stream water to clean his wound, and then carefully applied the herbs.
Of course, it was extremely painful to wash the wound with cold water. Wei Zixi's small body kept shaking, and his face was full of fear.
He thought that his sister was torturing him again, and he tried to shrink back.
Xi Yue patted his little head and said, "Don't move, it will be fine in a while."
After saying this, Wei Zixi suddenly found that the numb, itchy and burning wound on his arm actually felt a cool sensation. Although it was still a little painful, it was very comfortable.
Wei Zixi widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Xi Yue in disbelief.
Xi Yue ignored him, but took off his clothes and treated all his horrific wounds.
Wei Zixi's face was red, and he let Xi Yue play with him the whole time. His eyes, which were always dull, now shone brightly.
The wounds on his body hurt so much every day, as if he was in hell.
But today, after being cleaned and medicated by "Wei Zihan" like this, he felt more comfortable than ever before.
Wei Zixi finally couldn't help but called out softly, "Sister."
Xi Yue ignored him and continued to treat the wound and apply the herbs.
Wei Zixi couldn't help but yelled again, "Sister."
The little boy's thin and sallow face had a little blush on it, and his bright eyes made him look particularly cute.
And it was only at this moment that Xiyue discovered that the little guy had very beautiful peach blossom eyes, which were bright and gorgeous. If he grew up, he would definitely be a handsome man who would captivate everyone.
And this little guy is really easy to satisfy. He becomes so happy just by having his wounds treated casually.
However, it is impossible for him to control Wei Zihan's body at all times and places. If he suddenly turns back into the Wei Zihan who bullies him, from hope to disappointment, he will definitely be even more sad, right
Thinking of this, Xi Yue suddenly said seriously: "I am not your sister."
Wei Zixi was stunned, then asked in confusion: "You are obviously my sister!"
Xi Yue picked up the clothes next to her and put them on him clumsily - she had no control over the little girl's body.
Then she said softly: "You can also treat me as your sister, but I am not Wei Zihan."
Wei Zixi became even more confused, and tilted his head, feeling a little panicked and at a loss.
Xi Yue pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "My name is Xi Yue, you can call me Sister Xi Yue." (To be continued)