"Brother~"
In an instant, everything became clear.
The little girl was sitting at the dining table, holding her mobile phone and looking at him happily.
Huo Yunque's thin lips twitched, his smile was faint and undetectable.
"elder brother… "
Song Yaoyao was taken aback suddenly, looking at the man's face which was paler than before, her enthusiasm was as if a pot of cold water had been poured on her head, and she calmed down all of a sudden.
"Huh?" Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows.
"You are hurt-"
Song Yaoyao hurriedly said, "Why did you get hurt? Where did you get hurt? Show me!"
The concern in her eyes was about to overflow, her eye sockets turned red quickly, and she spoke incoherently.
Huo Yunque lowered his head and looked down at her.
"Nothing, no injury." He explained briefly.
Song Yaoyao blinked her eyelashes, and hot tears fell down like rain. There was mist in the red eyes, and he met his eyes, and stubbornly pursed his lips, "Don't try to lie to me, you can't lie to me!"
She has studied medicine.
"Ah… "
Huo Yunque shook his head, his voice became clearer and deeper.
"It's all right, huh?"
He lowered his voice to comfort, his Adam's apple rolled down, and the silent tenderness spread.
"Don't cry, I'm not in China now, but I can't help you wipe your tears—"
The man was lazily leaning on the bed, his black hair fell naturally on his forehead, his pale lips were slightly raised, and he was even in the mood to joke with her.
Song Yaoyao choked twice, "Then show me the wound!"
"Tut—"
Huo Yunque shook his head, put his slender fingers on the buttons, and raised his eyebrows, "You really want to see it?"
"To see."
Song Yaoyao wiped away her tears, and nodded her head.
Uncle Zhang came over and was shocked to see the little girl crying pitifully.
When he got closer, he realized that it was Song Yaoyao who was talking to Huo Yunque.
He smiled, and exited silently.
The man sighed softly when he heard the words, and laughed hoarsely.
"It's not easy for others to see where I was injured. You have to see it, but you have to be responsible."
Tears hung on Song Yaoyao's eyelashes, and her black pupils became clearer after being washed with water.
She blinked, and suddenly burst into tears of 'wow'.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Huo Yunque was taken aback, it was undeniable that he was frightened.
Then watching her cry, I just felt helpless and distressed.
"What's the matter? Are you okay?"
"Woooooo!!"
Huo Yunque pinched the center of his brows, he really had nothing to do with the tearful and delicate little girl. His temples twitched one after another, and he sighed resignedly, "Take a look, I'll just show you."
As long as she doesn't cry, it's fine.
The little girl was crying out of breath, her palm-sized face was covered with tears, she coughed twice from time to time, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, making her look extraordinarily weak.
Song Yaoyao froze for a moment, distraught.
"Brother... Don't lie to me, don't worry! Even if you, even if you hurt that place, I won't despise you! I will, I will be with you for the rest of my life, really!"
She twitched her promise.
After listening, Huo Yunque's face darkened instantly.
He took a deep breath, whether he couldn't control it,
"Song Yaoyao!"
He suppressed his voice, his eyes were frighteningly cold.
"What's been going on in your head all day, huh?"
Huo Yunque stretched out his hand, and unbuttoned the shirt that he had put on with great difficulty, and finally tore it off angrily, revealing a large piece of his chest.
Strong muscles are exposed in front of the camera, and there are thick bandages across the chest and shoulders, oozing sticky blood.
It turned out that it was here that it hurt—