Nangong Jun's current appearance reminded Qian Qian of her previous life.

In her previous life, Qianqiao began to go out to do odd jobs at the age of fifteen, and her studies were also through part-time work to continue her studies.

The orphanage stipulates that orphans can only live here until they are eighteen years old, after which they must leave to find a house to live in, so by the time Qianqiao's life finally stabilizes under the condition of working and studying, she will be twenty years old.

After her life stabilized, Qianqiao would take a day out to go back to the orphanage every weekend to help.

In the world of the previous life, although the aging trend is becoming more and more obvious, there are also some orphans who are lost or abandoned.

Due to the small number of people in the orphanage where Qianqiao worked, in order to survive, a nursery school was added to take care of the children, and almost all the staff in the orphanage were assigned tasks, which also led to the orphans not being well cared for there.

She came here to take care of these orphans, and although she was still single in her mother and womb for a few years, she was also very good at taking care of the children.

Now Nangong Jun feels like a child who refuses to take medicine.

“......”

Nangong Jun finally turned around, and after staring at Qian Qiao for a long time, he finally took the bottle she handed over.

"Eat one~"

Seeing Nangong Jun take the bottle, Qian Qian immediately reminded.

"Good. ”

After a moment of silence, Nangong Jun finally nodded, poured out a rejuvenation pill from the white porcelain bottle and put it in his mouth.

"Hold out your hand and show me. ”

This kind of trauma can heal in about a few minutes after taking a rejuvenation pill, but Qian Qian is still a little uneasy.

Although Nangong Jun did not speak, he obediently stretched out his left hand.

Seeing that the other party stretched out his hand, Qian Qian took a step closer to observe, only to find that the scar on his palm was actually made by himself, and he looked up with some doubts, and happened to collide with Nangong Jun's gaze who looked down at her.

Qian Qian looked at each other, and her heart trembled violently.

Nangong Jun's eyes that had been squinting were actually open at this moment, Qian Qian didn't expect him to have a pair of charming eyes shaped like willow leaves, this word seemed a little inappropriate to use on boys, but she felt that only the word charming was enough to describe these beautiful eyes.

Qianqiao's sudden approach made Nangong Jun in a trance, it turned out that the little girl in his memory had really grown up.

Seeing that the girl's little head, which was a head shorter than herself, was staring at his palm seriously at this time, Nangong Jun suddenly felt that the wound in the palm was a little itchy, and he didn't know whether it was because of her or because of the pill.

"Ahem, the wound is fine, you should pay attention in the future, don't do this..."

Qianqiao was a little uncomfortable by the other party, and wanted to remind her after coughing, but she couldn't say the word "self-harm", so she stopped halfway through the conversation.

After all, this is his privacy, and he has no position to educate others.

"Good..."

Nangong Jun glanced at Qian Qiao deeply and nodded, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this kind of behavior in his heart.

Ever since he was five years old when he found the dying Thousand Buckwheat in that dark basement, he had been used to doing it, because he had found that only in this way could he keep his brain awake.

"Ahem, then I still have something to do, so I'll go first, the secret realm will open in a few days, you cultivate well, then... See you in the secret realm..."

"Good..."

Qian Qian couldn't stand this strange atmosphere, and after a few polite words, she hurriedly turned around and left when she saw the other party nodding.

Nangong Jun watched Qianqiao's figure disappear before retracting his gaze, looking down at the palm of his left hand, where the wound could no longer be seen.

A gust of wind blew, driving the boy's clothes up and down, and also taking away the shallow murmur.

"Have you really forgotten everything..."