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Snow flutters outside the window.

The flower branches shine at the head of the bed, and the fluttering light is hazy and warm.

Lan Yue leaned on the cushion, her coat draped over her shoulders, and her bare upper body exposed the gauze on her chest.

The medicine kit is placed on a small log table.

Qianling sat on the edge of the bed, carefully removing the gauze from his chest and placing it on the tray beside him.

Long hair strands spilled down her fair skin and overflowed on the bedside.

He stared quietly at her face, his eyelashes glowing.

"Ah, scarred?"

Fingers paused.

Qianling looked at the wound exposed under the uncovered gauze, and her eyes widened with joy:

"Great, Satsuki!

After a period of time, with her diligent efforts, he recovered well, ate well and slept well every day, and did not lose a bowl of medicine.

Scarring of the wound also means that recovery is not far away.

The mistakes she made are finally about to be made up!

He looked at her with joy and excitement, his eyes were red as if he was about to cry, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, and did not speak.

"Xiao Yue?" Qianling leaned over and looked at his face, "Why are you pulling your face?"

"It's a good thing that the wound has finally scarred!

"Laugh, smile!" A pair of hands reached over and pulled the corners of his lips, trying to hold the curve of a smiley face.

He looked at her a little helplessly, and let her pull his face and make all sorts of strange expressions.

Qianling looked at the guy in front of him who had no energy, withdrew his hand from his face boringly, and leaned to his chest with a smile on his face, and winked at the scarred wound:

"Satsuki's scar! This guy doesn't welcome you, I welcome you! Please work hard and heal quickly!"

He watched her speak to his wounds, helpless and amused, and there was a hint of a smile on his expressionless face.

Qianling was still leaning on his chest, and suddenly she was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly, revealing a little stunned and a little uncertain......

"What's wrong?" he watched as her expression changed, following her gaze, and slowly looking down at his chest.

The branches of the flowers are hazy and shimmering.

The wound was located beneath the slender collarbone, and the deep, bloody gout on the white skin was gone, replaced by a round wound that had just crusted over.

The middle is still flesh and blood, but the edges are scarred, waving and bending......

Outline the shape of the blade.

"This, this ......"

Qianling pointed to the scar, her tongue fought, and she slowly raised her head, just in time to look into the young man's stunned eyes:

"Satsuki, you think this shape is strange too, right?"

He looked at her, then slowly at the scar on his chest, his brow furrowed slightly.

"I remember that at that time, it was a narrow and long knife cut, but how could the scar be round...... And this shape ......"

She frowned, the light green fluorescent light on her forehead flashed, and a small green four-leaf clover appeared silently.

"Similar to my Yuci, right?"

She ruffled the hair from her forehead and pointed to his forehead.

Fluorescent lingering.

Lan Yue stared at the four-leaf clover on her forehead, her eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of confusion gradually revealed in her solemn eyes.

The next afternoon.

The white veil hangs down in front of the window, and from time to time it floats in the wind.

Against the faint light, Lan Feng sat on the edge of the bed, his black robe hanging diagonally, and the gray fox fur on his shoulders glowed with snow.

Lan Yue leaned on the bedside cushion, the futon was covered around her waist and abdomen, the thick coat was draped over her shoulders, and her bare white skin clearly showed the four-leaf clover-shaped scar.

Qianling stood beside him, watching Lan Feng sit there frowning lightly and falling into deep thought, he hurriedly stepped forward with his pajamas, dressed the young man on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover it tightly.

"Is it cold?

She looked at him, leaned over and straightened out his coat, covering it with the futon.

Black hair ran down his pajamas on his chest, and he looked up at her, his clear eyes shining with the light outside the window, and shook his head.

The dark purple hair was blowing in the wind, Lan Feng was sitting on the edge of the bed thinking about something, his eyes touched the two people who looked at each other, and he coughed a little uncomfortably and interrupted.

Qianling looked back at him and widened her eyes with some surprise:

"Lan Feng, do you have a cold?-you will catch a cold too?!"

I always feel that this workaholic looks omnipotent.

"There's still some cold medicine in the treehouse, do you want to drink a little?" Qianling looked at him with a serious expression.

"......" Lan Feng glanced at her, his eyes touched the faint smile of the young man on the bed, and his face was embarrassed and aggrieved.

It had been a long time since he had been to the treehouse, and he had deliberately left no servants or guards in the forest, so as not to disturb the two of them alone.

Now it seems that the effect is good, the two people who didn't meet the cold war and quarreled when they met can now be so intimate in front of him.

It's just that I haven't seen it for a while, this stupid girl who doesn't know how to look at her face should be stupid or stupid, but my brother is a lot more cheerful and energetic, and he will laugh at him......

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the girl running around, adding clothes and feeding water, and a voice in his heart sighed in a low voice.

But it's a good thing after all.

It seems that the choice to let this stupid girl stay in the first place seems to be the right one...... For my brother, it really works better than any good medicine.

"So, Lan Feng, how's the situation?"

Qianling stood next to him like a dutiful waiter, and when she saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, she couldn't help but lean over and speak.

"As my brother thought, there were indeed magic fluctuations around the wound. ”

Lan Feng looked at Lan Yue, who was leaning on the head of the bed, with a serious expression: "And it should belong to benign magic." ”

"Benign?" Qianling leaned next to him, blinking curiously.

Lan Feng looked at her approaching face, and then at the expressionless face of the young man on the bed......

Raise your hand and push her face a little farther away:

In other words, it is not only harmless to the wound, but also helpful. ”

There was a pause.

"It's the same shape as the brand on the fox kid before, and it's also the same magic fluctuation. ”

Lan Yue stared at him, slowly lowering her eyelashes, and her unfazed eyes seemed to be expected.

"I also think it's exactly the same as Xiao Ruo's brand!"

Qianling bit her fingers, and her face wrinkled in confusion:

"But how can this be, and this shape, it's still ......"

"Your feather gift. The voice was solemn.

Lan Feng slowly looked up at her, his expression a little more solemn:

"Brother's scar, and the scar on the fox child's body......"

"I'm afraid it's all your feather ci. ”

"Gah?!"

Qianling stared at him, opened her eyes in surprise, and waved her hand hurriedly:

"No, no, I don't, though the shape is the same as my feather, but I haven't done anything! and my feather is ...... I've been practicing for a long time lately, and its ability is to penetrate barriers!"

"It doesn't hurt people, and it's not going to leave a scar, a scar, or something......."

Lan Feng looked at her anxious explanation, and patiently interrupted:

"I didn't say it was your Yuci who caused these injuries, I mean ......"

"In addition to crossing the barrier, the four-leaf clover has a ......"

"Other abilities. ”