Chapter 111 – Hey Friend, Have You Heard of ‘Siscon’? (11)
The little girl didn’t even bother to move the stool anymore and instead sat directly on his bed, reaching out her hand with a smile.
Well, actually, he wasn’t numb after all.
He sighed slowly, but there was a hint of relaxation in his eyes that even he didn’t notice.
“Hurry up, hurry up!” The little girl was getting impatient, pouting her lips urging him on.
Lu Buchi leaned back against the pillow, closed his eyes, indicating that she could proceed. But this time, the familiar childish voice did not sound. Instead, a faint milky fragrance suddenly approached, and the stray hairs on his forehead were gently brushed aside.
Lu Buchi, however, seemed to be shocked as if he had been electrified, abruptly pushing away the hand reaching towards his forehead, his eyes opening with a hint of hostility.
*Hiss—* He exerted force, and Yan Luo felt her small hand getting numb. She shrank slightly, looking at Lu Buchi with confusion and a hint of grievance, as if unable to understand why he suddenly did so.
A redness quickly rose on her fair little hand. Yan Luo bit her lip, holding back tears, stubbornly looking at Lu Buchi’s forehead.
Now his hair was let down, but she had clearly seen a deep scar there, indicating a severe injury before.
“Elder Brother, your forehead…”
“Shut up.” These words came out involuntarily, interrupting Yan Luo’s words with an uncontrollable icy directness.
After saying this, hearing Yan Luo’s frightened voice, Lu Buchi’s breath hitched.
His hand tightened slightly, avoiding eye contact.
There was a somewhat urgent sound, and the little girl who had been sitting on the edge of the bed had already run out.
Lu Buchi didn’t move, his gaze fixed on one spot, but a cold smile couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his lips.
His hand involuntarily lifted, covering the scar on his forehead.
His eyes deepened, a suppressed coldness swirling around him in an instant.
Indeed, it was still unbearable.
Indeed, how could he forget?
Suddenly, a thud sounded from the door. Lu Buchi, still lost in his thoughts, subconsciously turned to look.
A small figure ran somewhat unsteadily, holding something in her hand.
Her eyes were slightly red at the corners, but she didn’t cry, anxiously biting her lip as she ran to the bedside, pausing for a moment. “Elder Brother, does it hurt?”
What was she going to do? Wasn’t she scared and going to leave? Why did she come back?
Why did she appear in front of him like this?
“This is very useful. When I bumped into something before, Daddy used this to help me heal.” Yan Luo held an adult’s palm-sized device in her hand and climbed onto the bed, her small hand reaching out to Lu Buchi’s forehead without hesitation.
Lu Buchi just stared at Yan Luo. The little girl’s hand was still swollen, but her face was full of concern as she looked at him.
This time, Lu Buchi didn’t move, letting Yan Luo lift his slightly long bangs and place the device on his forehead.
“Does it hurt?”
Her voice was childish, softly asking, as if afraid of disturbing him.
Lu Buchi lowered his eyes slightly.
Did it hurt? It used to hurt, but now, the wound no longer felt pain, but his heart always remembered the source of that pain.
With deep eyes, just as he was about to speak, Lu Buchi’s eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils contracted.
A crisp sound of a kiss sounded in his ear.