Even the person who bandaged him was so painful when he was so bandaged. Instead, the child was still looking at him, staring blankly and focused, just like those eyes, who could only see him alone at this moment.

The salty liquid flowed across his cheeks and ate into his mouth. Yukimura was stunned, and then he realized that he was actually crying at the wound.

It's so embarrassing!

He raised his hand and roughly wiped away the tears from his face, his voice a little dry.

"I'll help you reband it."

After taking the medicine bottle, he carefully sprinkled the powder on the wound as evenly as possible. He knew Uncle Kawashima's medicine powder. If you sprinkle too much, the wound will feel fire and spicy pain. Therefore, you must be very careful when sprinkling the medicine powder.

"Does it hurt?" He raised his head and asked the girl about her feelings with concern. However, for the first time, her eyes were no longer as calm as the beginning, and something seemed to flash inside. He also looked at him quietly and stared at him, but now he felt more like he was being watched by a 'person' than a ray from a beast.

She still looked so stupid, as if she couldn't understand what he said, but she still didn't respond.

At this moment, Yukimura began to doubt that this girl might not be a Japanese, so she couldn't understand what he said, right?

But even so, he still said, "If it hurts, it doesn't matter if it hurts." Then he continued to spread medicine powder for her.

However, the girl just kept looking at him quietly without making any sound.

After sprinkling the powder, Yukimura tied her a bandage again. Fortunately, the girl cooperated very well throughout the process. She raised her hand when she was time to raise her hand, but she didn't jump over and bite her when she reached over. She looked like a well-behaved doll, and let him do it.

After tying a small bow on the bandage, he stood up, walked to his closet, and turned out a white shirt.

Although it was his, the girl was really thin and powerful. Just a glance, he knew that the shirt was too big for her.

"Do you want to put on this shirt? The one just now..." was already dyed red. The inquiry stopped abruptly. He took a few steps closer, and then he realized that she had tilted her head and fainted again.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the hair from her face.

The delicate face of the Eastern style and the black hair are obviously not Western. Could it be that she is a Chinese?

If so, why did she appear in Japan? She was still injured so seriously?

Who was it that hurt her like this?

On the induction cooker in the kitchen, a small pot of millet porridge is almost born.

Japan's education has always been precocious. At the age of sixteen, he is already considered an adult. With the consent of both parents, two 16-year-old teenage girls can still get married. He is already twelve years old this year, and his parents are usually busy, so he has to take care of his sister Ximi and take care of himself. If he can't even cook millet porridge, it would be a failure for him to live for twelve years.

After skillfully whipping three eggs and stirring them in a bowl, Yukimura started scrambling the eggs with great interest. Since his parents were not at home, no one has eaten with him for a long time.

_____RN first released by Xia Feixuan ___

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