Chapter 1139: The Black History of the Bully

Luo Xingcen has the ability to heal, and several people here know about it.

And her ability is a matter of improvement and optimization rather than simple healing, only a few people on Master's side know.

Xi Ningxuan was overjoyed at first, and then asked with some concern: "Can the mental injury be cured?" ”

Luo Xingcen nodded, "It's useful." ”

Her magic is optimization, optimization of everything that can be optimized, both physical and mental.

It was useless to say more, she reached out to hold Xi Ningxuan's hand and looked into his eyes.

The pupils turned into a golden circle, and then, only to hear Luo Xingcen say softly: "Forget about those unhappy things, and happily celebrate your birthday today!" You've got our friends by your side. ”

"Good!" The melancholy in Xi Ningxuan's eyes slowly dissipated, and a smile curled up at the corner of his lips.

Seeing this, Luo Xingcen let go of Xi Ningxuan's hand, and at this time, the three onlookers were speechless in surprise.

Luo Xingcen pinched Mingyue's little face with satisfaction, looked at Xi Ningxuan and asked with a smile, "Are you in a better mood now?" ”

"It's a lot better." Xi Ningxuan was also surprised, he had always thought that Luo Xingcen could only treat physical ailments, but he didn't expect that it could make people happy.

Speaking of which, it's an amazing feeling.

The things that made him sad and sad were still clear in his mind, but he suddenly felt that these things were not a big deal.

Luo Xingcen grinned, "One thing, a little embarrassed, I accidentally saw a red knitted scarf. ”

When she casts psychological cues on people, she will see the picture of what the other person is thinking at this moment.

However, after saying the red scarf, Luo Xingcen suddenly felt a little faintly familiar, that scarf, she seemed to have seen it......

Xi Ningxuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly, "It's okay, that is Yan Xi's scarf, I almost died once when I was a child, and she saved me, so I swore to protect her for the rest of my life." ”

Saying that, Xi Ningxuan smiled self-deprecatingly, "I know you think I'm a little too indulgent to Yan Xi, but that time was the first time I felt that someone other than my mother cared for me, and it was very important to me." It was only after that I gradually began to come out of my autism and not reject contact with others, so that I met my cousin. It can be said that the time she saved me gave me a new life. ”

It was originally a somewhat heavy topic.

But when Jian Ling heard this, he asked incredulously, "Wow! Xi Ningxuan, people like you can be autistic? It's amazing! ”

Qin Shi seemed to remember something, smiled slightly, and said: "Speaking of red scarves, Mingyue also had one when she was a child, which was hand-woven by my mother and given to her as a birthday gift. She had been looking forward to winter since she received the gift, but it finally snowed, and the first time she took her out on the ski cart, she came back and lost it. It made her sad for days! ”

When Luo Xingcen heard Qin Shi's words, he suddenly remembered the source of his strange familiarity just now, "Yes, I said how did I feel a little familiar just now, Mingyue also had one when she was a child, and I seemed to want to rob her at the time, but she didn't give it to her, and then my aunt promised to knit me a red sweater, so I was coaxed." ”

Speaking of which, she was also a real bastard when she was a child, and she even had to grab her sister's birthday present.

Mingyue also laughed, "Sister, you have exposed the black history of bullies when you were a child." ”