The mellow voice was so pleasant. Even if he was lecturing her, he always seemed so gentle and kind, "Xiaoqian, why do you torture yourself like this? It's up to you to choose whether to marry your senior brother or not. No one can
Forcing you, including senior brother, I have long said that you do not need to regard this matter as a burden. Without the old engagement, you are still my most beloved junior sister, do you understand?"
Naturally, he knew Qianxun's responsibility best. She had lived cautiously since she was a child. Even though she was under heavy protection, she would still be scared several times a day and shed tears.
Later, several fellow apprentices came up with a good idea. If Qianxun could be allowed to practice ancient martial arts, maybe she would be more courageous and not exaggerate just because a worm fell from the tree and happened to land on her shoulder.
The twilight passed.
Later, during martial arts training, there was one person who put aside all his work every day and stayed with Qianxun throughout the whole process, strictly supervising him. As long as he persisted, it took more than ten years to create a super master through human power.
But what about Qianxun's timidity? It doesn't seem to have changed at all.
She always forgets the powerful strength she possesses. She will only take action to protect herself if she is not pushed to an unbearable point. On weekdays, she is still as timid as a mouse, becoming confused and fainting when scared.
No one would have thought that such a little person who was suitable to live in a greenhouse all her life and needed careful care would choose to refuse marriage. Not only that, she moved away from home not long after and also learned from several brothers and sisters.
All anti-tracking methods available are used against them.
He never expected that she would choose to hide in such a place.
From the beginning, I was looking in the wrong direction.
"Come here." After all, he couldn't bear to see any expression other than laughter on her pretty little face. He gave up reasoning with her and instead showed his authority as a senior brother.
The mellow and pleasant voice awakened the past that she had buried deeply, coaxing her to take steps involuntarily, completely forgetting that a second ago she was planning to take advantage of her and run away.
Senior brother, senior brother, she has missed him for a long time. Every time she remembers him, her heart can't help but ache.
She watched him perform magic, finding medicinal wine from somewhere, and carefully treating the small scratches on her body one by one.
He half-knelt on the ground, put her calf into his arms, and used his beautiful big hands to help her rub away the bruises. Every movement was so careful, for fear that she would feel pain and shed tears again.
After living alone away from home for so long, it's not like she hasn't made any progress at all, at least she won't break into tears out of fear like before.
But for some reason, when I saw my senior brother, all the grievances seemed to flow out from the deepest part of my body.
She really wanted to hold him and cry bitterly, and tell her senior brother that she was so scared. She had to endure it every day, and it was so hard that she was almost numb.
She thought that she had slowly adapted to no longer needing the deliberate protection of others and could rely on her own abilities to survive well. In fact, she almost did it.