Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long time before he turned his gaze to the surroundings. When he saw An Lingyan, his dearest aunt, An Lingyao, his uncle who liked to play with him, and An Lingyao, whose hair was half whiter than before, Lingyang finally regained consciousness slowly.
"Grandpa..." A crying voice overflowed from Yun Shaojun's mouth, "Grandpa, where are my parents? They...are they dead?"
An Lingyang sat by the bed, hugged him in his arms, choked up and said: "Junjun, it's grandpa who is useless, he didn't save your father and your mother. Grandpa is useless!"
"Father! Mother! Woohoo!!"
After all, Yun Shaojun was only an eight-year-old child. Now that he confirmed the news of his parents' death, he couldn't help crying anymore.
An Lingyuan's wife has always liked these two children the most, and she couldn't help but her eyes were red at this time, "As long as you and An An live, it's fine, live! Junjun and An An will follow us in the future, and we will treat you as our own. Will you take care of the children as well?"
Yun Shaojun cried for a long time before he wiped away his tears, his eyes were full of hatred, "Grandpa, he is from the Jinwu tribe, and it was that bastard Wuda who killed father and mother! I must avenge my parents !"
"The revenge of your parents has been avenged." An Lingyao said quickly, "Junjun, you must thank Xi Yue the most. He saved you, and he and Mr. Xi Er killed the people of the Jinwu tribe. Even Uda died at their hands."
Yun Shaojun was stunned for a long while, then sat up on the bed, and solemnly kowtowed to Xi Yue.
Xi Yue patted Yun Shaojun lightly on the shoulder, signaling him not to make these empty gestures, but his eyes fell on the little girl Yun Anxin.
I saw so many things happened just now, the little girl kept her head down, her face was pale, her body was trembling, as if she was immersed in her own world, and she couldn't get out at all.
Xi Yue's warm hand lightly touched the little girl's forehead, and Yun Anxin immediately trembled violently, as if she wanted to avoid it in horror.
However, suddenly, as if she felt something, she raised her head timidly, and her eyes fell on Xi Yue.
"An An, are you okay?" An Lingyao said nervously, "Is there any pain? Let uncle see!"
However, as soon as An Lingyao spoke, Yun Anxin immediately grabbed Xi Yue's hand in horror, and hid behind Xi Yue like a frightened little rabbit, her body trembling.
No matter who it is, except for Xi Yue and Yun Shaojun, as soon as the others talk or get close to the girl, she will look terrified, pale and frightening, and even An Lingyao wants to treat her forcibly, her face will turn livid with fright passed out.
"An'an, An'an!" Yun Shaojun's expression changed with fright, he hugged his unconscious sister and did not let go.
"PTSD (post-traumatic 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: "An'an suffered too much shock and fright, which led to her closed heart. This has nothing to do with physical illness, but a psychological obstacle. Even I can't do anything about it."
"Then... what should I do then?"
Xi Yue stretched out her hand to gently stroke the girl's forehead, and said after a while, "As long as you take good care of her, let her forget the pain at the beginning and feel happy, she will definitely get better."
Yun Shaojun's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and said, "I will definitely take good care of my sister."