001: "I don't understand, why are you so afraid of pain?" ”

"Some people are afraid of cats, some people are afraid of dogs, and I ...... It's just that I'm afraid of pain. The woman in front of the coffee table spoke in a detached tone and looked indifferent, picked up the gauze cut on the table and covered the wound, but because of the sharp pain when touching, she couldn't help but hiss.

001：“…… But your pain nerve sensitivity is much higher than that of other people, which is not normal. ”

"There are a lot of abnormal things," Xin also wrapped the last few laps of bandages, "so many experts can't figure it out, what can I do." ”

The special physique that she was born with has indeed brought her a lot of troubles. Someone else only needed a band-aid to cut their fingers, but she couldn't tolerate it at all, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't stop crying.

Later, she learned not to let herself get hurt.

There are so many physically disabled people in the world who are still strong, and what right does she have to complain about sentimentality.

"Okay, don't worry about me," the corners of Xin Ye's mouth rose slightly, "You're not the same as before...... It's a competent plug-in. ”

001：“……”

Say no to this rainbow fart.

"By the way, help me see if he's awake, the red bean and barley porridge I ordered should be almost ready."

001: "The target has just woken up, the fever has subsided, and there is no major health for the time being. You go over. ”

"Okay, thank you for the medicine." She got up and put on her coat, pulled her long wavy hair, and fastened it with a cartoon clip in the shape of a pineapple, saying, "It's time to ride the waves—"

001: "Thousands of miles of mountains from the beginning? ”

"That's right," Xin Ye, who thought that the boy had woken up, was in a very bright mood, and set the first flag of coming here quite confidently, "You just have to watch carefully...... How did I brush up the task of clearing the zero, little by little? ”

001：“……”

Okay, it looks.

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Bai Yanshu lay quietly on the bed, motionless. His gaze went from the gilded ceiling above his head, to the huge, translucent floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, to the bottle on the low cabinet beside him, where a bouquet of flowers was inserted.

What flowers? He didn't know it, and he hadn't seen it.

His short and impoverished past was filled with nothing but endless darkness and violence. I didn't see my mother, she only left a name for herself and left, and as for my father, he didn't give anything but blood relations.

Oh, and that's what was given.

gave ten years of insult and abuse, and gave the opportunity to be favored by the rich.

Then he went to an orphanage.

He'd never seen any tweed, only the occasional wildflower growing out of the cracked dirt in the corner, and it wasn't long before it was gone.

This bouquet of flowers is so beautiful, pure and elegant, noble and crystalline.

It's like her in a dream.

"Knock, knock," he said with a sudden noise outside the door, and he looked over to hear a clear female voice politely through the door, "I'm in." ”

The heavy mahogany door was slowly pushed open, and the woman came against the light gracefully, the corners of her lips raised, and her eyes were warm, like a pure angel who had fallen into the world, to redeem him who had already fallen into the dark swamp.

"You're finally awake," she whispered, "just wake up." ”

What is good? No one will find out if someone like me dies, why are you so worried?

"I brought porridge, and if I wanted, I would like to drink a little to warm my stomach. Or, if you want something else to eat, I tell the hotel kitchen to do it......"

Why be so nice to me? We obviously have nothing to do with each other, not to mention that I once scratched you so hard.

"By the way, I didn't lie to you, this is a hotel in city y and we've left there. Wait a few days and you'll be better and we'll move into our new home......"

Family...... Are you really, ready, for our home?