People who live with hatred will always have a particularly hard life.
Just like when Fan Momo was a child, she hated her parents...and lived with hatred for so long. Thinking about this, now that she has traveled through time, she feels a sense of relief.
At least, she is no longer in the same time and space as her original parents, and there is no need to hate them.
"Ahem..." Bloodthirsty suddenly coughed softly, then strode into the yard and headed towards his own house.
Seeing this, Fan Momo raised his feet and followed him.
He had just received a slap for her, and she didn't know how injured she was.
As soon as he entered the room, Bloodthirsty felt someone following him. He turned around and looked at Fan Momo: "What did you come in for?"
"Is your injury... okay?" Fan Momo stopped at the door, probably frightened by his eyes and did not dare to go in.
His house is very simple...simple...there is no other word to describe it except simple.
"It's okay! It's just a minor injury," he said.
He has long been used to being injured.
Ever since he was a child, he has had countless scars on his body, whether healed or not, he has lost count and cannot remember them.
"Can I go in?" Fan Momo didn't quite believe what he said. When the man slapped her just now, he was simply preparing to kill her. How could anything happen if he slapped her like that?
Bloodthirsty stiffened and wanted to refuse, but in the end he nodded instead.
Fan Momo received permission and walked in, stopping next to the table, the only piece of furniture in the room.
Bloodthirsty sat directly at the table, without raising his head to look at her. Instead, he took out a bottle from his clothes, opened it, took out a pill and swallowed it.
When he took out the bottle, another bottle was accidentally exposed from the lapel of his clothes.
There is a small label on that bottle...
Very familiar.
"What is this?" Fan Momo had sharp eyes and reached for it when he saw the bottle.
Bloodthirsty was stunned for a moment and quickly reached out to grab her hand.
When the calloused big hand held her wrist, Fan Momo could feel that the bloodthirsty expression became a little strange.
Fan Momo curled his lips and looked at the bottle on his lapel. When he was absent-minded, he used his other hand to take the bottle from his lapel!
As soon as he got the bottle, Fan Momo saw the three familiar words written on the label on the bottle.
Is it that bottle of golden sore medicine?
"So this is where you are?" Fan Momo looked at the bottle and asked in surprise.
That day, he was injured, so she rummaged through the cabinet to find medicine for him... Afterwards, no wonder she couldn't find the bottle of golden sore medicine no matter how hard she searched, it turned out that he had taken it away.
"Ahem..." Bloodthirsty coughed a few times and turned his face to the side, his expression extremely uncomfortable.
Fan Momo curled her lips and reached out to open the lid, only to find that the golden sore medicine was still very full. It seemed that except for the little bit she gave him that day, it had not been touched at all.
"You have this, why don't you give it to me today?" Fan Momo looked at the bottle in his hand and asked with some confusion.
There was clearly medicine on him, so why did he have to go back to the room to get the medicine for her?
Is this bottle of medicine bad?
It shouldn't be, Zhu'er said, these medicines are all top-notch medicines that were in the Prime Minister's Mansion before.
"Forgot." He opened his lips and said.
At this time, his bloodthirsty face turned slightly red, but because his skin was not white, it was not easy for others to spot him.