He couldn't forget, when he was younger, the two of them ate the same bowl of rice, laughed and played together.
Xi Yue led Wei Zixi to a valley soon.
Although there is no spiritual power here, the air is fresh, and there are many useful herbs growing beside the mountain streams.
What kind of person is Xi Yue? She is more familiar with herbs than food, and in just half an hour, she picked a big basket full.
Wei Zixi followed Xi Yue, stealing glances at him from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.
Xi Yue didn't bother with his small movements, and after processing and crushing the herbs by the stream, she beckoned to him: "Come here."
Wei Zixi was startled, hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly to Xi Yue's side.
Xi Yue grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit beside her.
The little boy's body was very thin and skinny, and the skin on his face looked sallow due to years of malnutrition, covering up his originally delicate and beautiful facial features.
In particular, there are countless scars on his body, which are criss-crossed, bruised and swollen, and some of them are bleeding pus.
Xi Yue lifted up his sleeves, took water from the stream to wash his wound, and carefully wiped the herbal medicine on it.
Washing the wound with cold water is of course extremely painful. Wei Zixi's small body kept trembling, and his face was full of panic.
He thought it was because his sister was torturing him in another way, so he shrank back desperately.
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 itchy and burning wound on his arm felt a burst of coolness. Although it still hurt a little, it was very comfortable.
Wei Zixi's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Xi Yue in disbelief.
Xi Yue ignored him, but took off his clothes and treated all those horrible wounds.
Wei Zixi blushed, and let Xi Yue fiddle with him the whole time, but now there was a bright light in his eyes that were always dim.
The wounds on his body hurt so much every day, as if he was in hellish torment.
But after being washed and applied by "Wei Zihan" like this today, he felt more comfortable than ever before.
Finally, Wei Zixi couldn't help calling softly: "Sister."
Xi Yue ignored him and continued to treat the wound and herbs.
Wei Zixi couldn't help calling out again, "Sister."
The little boy's thin, sallow face was a little more flushed, and his eyes were shining, which was extraordinarily cute.
And it was only now that Xi Yue discovered that the little guy's eyes were very beautiful peach blossom eyes, looking bright and dazzling. If he grows up, he must be a beautiful man who will turn all living beings upside down.
And this little guy is really easy to satisfy, just being casually treated the wound, he is so happy.
However, it is impossible for him to control Wei Zihan's body anytime and anywhere. If he suddenly turned back to Wei Zihan who bullied him, from hope to disappointment, he would be even more sad, right
Thinking of this, Xi Yue suddenly said seriously, "I'm not your sister."
Wei Zixi was taken aback for a moment, and then said in confusion: "You are my sister!"
Xi Yue picked up the clothes next to her and put them on for him clumsily—she was not very good at controlling the little girl's body.
Then he said softly: "You can also regard me as your sister, but I am not Wei Zihan."
Wei Zixi was even more puzzled, tilting his head a little panicked.
Xi Yue pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "My name is Xi Yue, you can call me sister Xi Yue."