The little dress was made of white flannel, and it felt like caressing the finest fur to the touch, soft and smooth, and wearing it on her body seemed to turn her into the purest and most harmless elf.

"I'm sorry." Zhan Changran's rough and cold fingertips gently and cautiously touched her red face with tears, and there were countless complex emotions hidden in the apologetic words, but the eyes fell on the child, but the eyes were not focused, as if they were looking at another person, I don't know who I was saying sorry to.

He had once bluntly said that a Walloon had what qualifications to be protected by them.

At this time, the price of being sheltered has already been paid for her.

The little guy and the girl have the same mold carved out of the facial features, but the girl is about to become an adult, and she still has baby fat on her face, but there is no meat on the child's body, and no matter how good the spirit is, it can't hide the weak physical fitness, because of the emaciation, the eyes look extraordinarily big on the little face.

He didn't raise her well.

They didn't raise her well.

She often has tears in her eyes, because she often cries, her clear eyes are always wet, her small mouth is flat, she looks aggrieved and sad, and there is a trace of fear that has not faded.

For the first time, he felt so seriously that she was out of place in this world of crisis.

Hearing his apology, the child was slightly stunned, with some tearful shock, stood up by him holding her arm, stretched out his little arm and touched the man's wrinkled forehead, and still cried but still choked to comfort him: "It's okay...... Dad, dad hug, you don't, don't get angry, I'm ...... I stopped crying. ”

She still has the utmost tolerance for him.

"I'm not angry." He whispered, pulled down the small hand and held it in the palm of his hand, hugged the child and walked out, beckoning Dongzhi: "Let's go, they may be coming back soon." ”

After speaking, he turned around first, and as soon as he went out, he saw the sharp thorn standing in the far corner of the place where Wallon was originally held, staring in front of him in a daze, motionless, exuding a gloomy and melancholy atmosphere.

Zhan Changran walked behind him and didn't react, until he opened his mouth and asked, "It's all done?" ”

The sharp thorn who suddenly woke up wiped his face, wiped away the complicated thoughts, and a few strands of slightly messy golden brown hair fell on his forehead, and nodded hurriedly: "That's okay." ”

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the new clothes on the child's body, pursed his dry lips, and said in a dumb voice, "I'll hold it." ”

"Hmm." As soon as Zhan Changran stretched out his hand, Yi Yue changed his arms, and the captain who was liberated went to find a place again, and smoked a cigarette.

The elf rubbed her eyes and wiped away her tears, and raised her little head to look at the thorn, who was also looking at her, and there seemed to be dark clouds rolling in those beautiful blue eyes, brewing sadness, and the blue was deep.

"Uncle." Izuki touched his face, and the small stubble that came out was a little prickly, and after realizing that the adult's attention had been on her, she obediently withdrew her hand, no longer touching it, but scooped up her sleeve to show him the red spots left by the pricking on her arm.

The spur put his hand on it, touched it lightly, caught it and blew it on the side of his mouth, blowing away the child's uneasiness, and patiently comforting her: "It's okay, it's a check." ”

"Uncle knows what it is, so he is not afraid." She shifted her ass and changed her position, leaned against his chest and whispered, "I know now, and I'm not afraid." ”

Then he turned his head to the side, leaned on his shoulder blade, touched the army logo on his chest with his little hand, and asked seriously: "Uncle is sad because he loves me, right?" ”