He can't forget that when he was younger, the two of them ate the same bowl of rice and laughed and played together.
Xi Yue led Wei Zixi and soon came to a valley.
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, who is more familiar with herbs than food, and in just half an hour, he picked a large basket.
Wei Zixi followed behind Xi Yue, peeking at him curiously from time to time, his eyes were full of curiosity.
Xi Yue didn't care about his small movements, and only beckoned to him after processing and mashing the herbs by the stream: "Come here." ” Wei Zixi was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked to Xi Yue's side.
Xi Yue grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit beside him.
The little boy's body was very thin and skinny, and the skin on his face was sallow due to perennial malnutrition, which covered up his delicate and beautiful features.
In particular, there were countless scars on his body, intertwined, bruised, red and swollen, and some were bleeding pus.
Xi Yue lifted his sleeve, took the stream water to clean his wounds, and carefully smeared the herbs on it.
Of course, it was extremely painful for the wound to be cleaned with cold water, and Wei Zixi's small body kept trembling, and his face was full of horror.
He thought that his sister was torturing him again, and his body shrank back desperately.
Xi Yue patted his little head and said, "Don't move, it'll be fine for a while." ” After saying this, Wei Zixi suddenly found that the original itchy and burning wound on his arm actually felt a burst of coolness, although it still hurt a little, but it was very comfortable.
Wei Zixi's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Xi Yue in disbelief.
Xi Yue ignored him, but took off his clothes and treated all those terrifying wounds.
Wei Zixi's face was red, and he was left to Xi Yue to fiddle with the whole process, but his eyes, which were always dim, were shining brightly at this time.
The wounds on his body hurt so much every day, it was like he was in hell.
But after being cleaned and dressed like this by "Wei Zihan" today, he felt more comfortable than he had ever been.
Wei Zixi finally couldn't help but call softly: "Sister." ” Xi Yue ignored him and continued to deal with the wounds and herbs.
Wei Zixi couldn't help but call out again, "Sister." ” The little boy's thin and sallow face was a little red, and his eyes were sparkling and cute.
And Xi Yue only found out at this time that the little guy's eyes are very beautiful peach blossom eyes, looking forward to being shining, dazzling, if he grows up, he must be a beautiful man who turns everyone upside down.
And this little guy is really easy to satisfy, just being treated casually with a wound, and being happy like this.
However, it is impossible for him to control Wei Zihan's body anytime and anywhere, if he suddenly turns back into Wei Zihan, who bullied him, from hope to disappointment, he will definitely be even more sad, right?
Thinking of this, Xi Yue suddenly said, "I'm not your sister." ” Wei Zixi was stunned for a moment, and then wondered: "You are obviously my sister!"
” Xi Yue picked up the clothes next to her and put them on for him awkwardly - she was not very easy to control the little girl's body.
Only then did he say softly: "You can also treat me as a sister, but I am not Wei Zihan." ” Wei Zixi was even more puzzled, tilting his little head and feeling a little panicked and at a loss.
Xi Yue pondered for a moment before smiling: "My name is Xi Yue, you can call me Sister Xi Yue." ”