So Leng Yinian came to him with a kind heart and courage.

"No." At that time, Mo Shaoting refused her.

"But you bleed." Leng Yinian put the cake on the edge of the flower bed beside him and took out a white silk handkerchief from the pink schoolbag. Xiao He reached to his forehead and began to wipe the blood on his forehead.

Mo Shaoting has experienced a lot since childhood, and this wound is nothing to him.

But the little girl, clearly rubbing the bloodstains on his wound so gently, let him cry out in pain.

"It hurts, I'm sorry, I'll take it lightly. I think you still have...