Tuo's expression was very surprised and he stood stiffly, not knowing how to react.
"My son likes you very much, Tuo." Su Wanqing burst out laughing, "He rarely takes the initiative to get close to people, especially he doesn't like strangers touching him. I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to approach you."
Tuo immediately put on a flattered expression.
He wiped the blood on his hands on his clothes, carefully stretched out a finger and poked Mingbai's tender little face.
"Giggle--" Ming grinned and blew out a bubble. The bubble stuck to Tuo's finger.
"So cute -" Tuo couldn't help but admire, "It turns out that little babies are so soft."
"You were like this when you were a child." Su Wanqing's face showed a mother's loving smile.
Tuo shook his head and denied: "When I was a child, I must have been hard. Only Sister Wan Qing's son can be so cute."
"Ey-"
Ming seemed to understand Tuo's compliments, and he hummed a few times quite helpfully, and rubbed his round face against Tuo's hand several times.
Tuo stood there dumbfounded, his hands trembling involuntarily.
It was simply unbelievable that his hands, stained with blood and dirty, could be attached to such a cute little angel.
For a moment, he felt like he was being pulled from hell to heaven by Ming.
"Tuo, your leg is seriously injured. I'll ask the doctor to come over and take care of it for you." With that said, Su Wanqing pulled him and walked into the house.
Tuo sat on the edge of the bed and let the doctor clean his wounds and inject antibiotics.
In fact, although this wound looked quite ferocious, it did not damage the major blood vessels or muscles at all. Compared with the injuries and lessons he suffered when he first came to Shutter Island a month ago, it was nothing to mention.
After the doctor completed the treatment, Su Wanqing brought Tuo a basin of hot water and asked him to wash his face, and then handed him a new piece of clothing, which he got from the old woman.
"Are you hungry? I'll help you prepare meals."
Since being trapped on the Shutter Island, Su Wanqing has become accustomed to cooking by herself. She likes to eat light food, but the dishes prepared by the old woman are always salty and spicy.
Tuo was washing his face, and when he took off the towel, he revealed a pair of big dark red eyes. He nodded, his eyes full of desire.
The food cooked by Sister Wanqing - he had eaten it once when he was in the slums. It tasted so good that he wanted to cry.
"I remember you like eating meat." Su Wanqing stretched out her hand, "Give me Liu Guang, and I'll get you two rabbits."
Ever since they separated that day, her light has been kept on Tuo's body.
Tuo took out the streamer from his waist, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, and held it in his hand, seemingly reluctant to part with it.
"I'll catch it." He stood up and held the dagger tightly, "I'm more experienced."
"But you are injured." Su Wanqing's eyes flashed with worry.
"This little injury is nothing to worry about."
Tuo has already stood up. When walking, his legs don't even tilt. He can tolerate the pain very well. What's more, the wounds on his body don't hurt at all.
He went out and held tightly the Liuguang that he regarded as a treasure. He didn't want to give it back to her.
In the past month and a half, whenever he was on the verge of death, he would struggle and kill desperately. It was this knife that saved his life, time and time again.
And this dagger belongs to her. It is stained with her spirit.