"You don't need medicine?" Ling Luo frowned slightly and her face darkened, "Xiao Jie, what nonsense are you talking about!"
She worked hard to refine the medicine, thinking about him in her heart, but this child actually told her that she didn't need it?
Does he know that the old injuries accumulated in his body over the years have shaken the foundation? If he does not take good care of himself, his life span will be drastically reduced!
"I'm not talking nonsense!" Xiao Jie growled, and his temper grew. He said stubbornly, "If you hadn't come to deliver the medicine, sister, I wouldn't take it, no need!"
He was very emotional, purple vortexes swirled in his eyes, his fists were clenched, and his body was tense.
Ling Luo's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and her heart sank to the bottom of her heart.
threaten?
This child has reached the rebellious stage, has he learned to threaten her?
A feeling of being treated like a donkey with good intentions gradually filled her heart. Did she owe him?
With a cold face, Ling Luo snatched the five medicine bottles from Xuanyuan Yu's hand, walked up to Jie, and threw them directly to him.
Her face was cold and her voice had no warmth at all: "You take the medicine. It's your business whether to take it or not."
Full of expectations, she was replaced by her indifference. Zed felt as if he was in a snowy day, and the blood in his body was frozen.
"Sister, won't you give me the medicine?" His voice was very soft, with humble and pitiful expectations.
Ling Luo was more than half a head taller than him. She lowered her head and looked down at him, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and asked: "You are thirteen years old, do you need a fake hand to apply medicine?"
She treats him well, dotes on him, and protects him, but she will not coddle him anymore.
He is still a child, his mind is not yet mature, he does not know how to measure, and he does not know how to advance or retreat. She can teach him how to do that.
"I..." Zed's face turned pale, his chapped lips moved slightly, and sadness spread in his abruptly large purple eyes.
Why was Sister A suddenly so indifferent to him? He didn't understand, not at all.
"Jie, you are not a child anymore." You should learn to grow up.
Her kindness to him is, at most, an external force, and true growth depends on him.
Being too dependent is not necessarily a good thing.
After all, she and Jie are not like He Yu.
The calm tone was not a rebuke. However, Zie felt more uncomfortable than being scolded.
"Sister, I understand." He clutched the medicine bottle in his hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, and he lowered his head. His voice seemed to have been drained out, and he was hoarse and unspeakable.
It was his fault for overestimating his position in her mind.
All because of misunderstanding.
He thought what appeared was a clear stream outside the window, flowing with the source of nourishment for his life.
But what he didn't expect was that she was just a touch of warm moonlight, inadvertently transmitted through his window.
The moonlight is warm, but it is unreal.
It's all an illusion.
The bright moon was naturally accompanied by stars and rivers. He could only look up at it and suppress his longing in his heart.
When he raised his head again, there was no anger or sadness on Jie's face, but a faint smile.
Knowing your position is sometimes more important than anything else.
"Sister, thank you for the medicine. I'm going back first. You should go back and rest early."
He smiled and said goodbye to her, then turned and left.
The sudden change in attitude caught Ling Luo off guard. She originally thought that she would have to say a few more words to such a stubborn child before he would finally understand.