What should I do if I look too fierce?

"I" Qiong's hand gripped the quilt tighter and tighter, and his body with his head lowered trembled slightly: "I'm just a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Aokiji frowned, and stretched out his hand distressedly to hold her small cheek, feeling a touch of softness in the cold touch.

"Si" Qiong's head lowered further and further: "I, I am becoming more and more dependent on Si."

"I'm afraid. Every time Si is not at home, every time Si is injured, I'm scared, very scared." Qiong's eyes gradually turned red: "I'm afraid that Si will be seriously injured, and I'm afraid that Si will leave me."

I was afraid that one day I suddenly died at home, but Si didn’t know anything. Qiong choked and continued to cry.

"My heart hurts because I'm afraid."

"Because my heart will hurt so much, I'm afraid that I will die." Qiong's tears slipped down Aokiji's fingers and dripped on his hands that were holding the quilt tightly. His tone was trembling and desperate: "I'm afraid that I will die."

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die. But, but me"

"There is no way to be like before. I don't care about anything, so I don't care about anything anymore." Qiong raised his head and looked into Aoki Si's eyes, his eyes were weak and helpless: "What should I do now? Si?"

I don't even want to make Si feel sad because of me. what do I do? manage?

Qiong's fingers tightly clenched the corners of Aoki Si's clothes.

Aokiji stretched out his hand, held her little head in his arms, and closed his slightly red eyes tightly: "Qiong"

"What should I do? This is obviously Si's fault. It's Si who casually said he wanted to protect me, but it makes me worry every day. So, what else can I do besides this!" Qiong sobbed and hit Touching Aokiji's chest: "Besides trying to find a way to get back to what I was like before, what else can I do?"

"Why do you still come to me and care about me, Mingming." Qiong raised his head and looked at Aoki Si's face: "Mingming. You can't do anything but talk big words. Why am I still..."

Qiong did not finish the rest of the words, but lowered his head again and let out a suppressed cry.

And I can't do anything yet, not even make you hate me. Qiong's heart was extremely miserable, but she couldn't truly express her feelings.

"Qiong." Aokiji held her face hard and asked her to look at him: "Are you willing to believe me?"

"What?" Qiong burst into tears, his eyes evasive.

Aokiji arranged the messy silver hair in front of her eyebrows and put it behind her ears: "I will cure you."

"It will allow you to one day run like others, go to school like others, be normal and happy like others." Aokiji said seriously: "Do you believe me?"

"Such a thing. How could such a thing be possible?" Although Qiong said this, he didn't know why, but he already believed it 90% of the time.

Aokiji smiled and put his forehead on hers, their noses almost touching each other. He was so scared that Qiong's body was so stiff that he stayed in place.

But Aokiji just put his head against his head, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Believe me, one year! Within one year!"

"I will definitely make you better. Qiong can trust me without any burden, and I will never let down Qiong's trust. Now I may not have the ability to make Qiong happy, but I will definitely work hard, work hard, Until Qiong can live without burden. I know your fear. I also know your anxiety. I will take them all into my heart and try my best to respond to your feelings. Trust me, Qiong."

Qiong closed her eyes tightly nervously. The warmth from Aokiji she felt on her forehead made her body feel like it had turned into wood. A warm stream of heat was swimming around her body like electricity. She I actually felt a lot more at ease. My heart was beating so hard that it even ached a little because it was beating too hard. But at this time, she didn't feel any fear, only peace of mind and palpitations.

Yes. Yes. Do you want a kiss? I, I, I'm not ready yet! ? Do I want to avoid it? Or aren't we brother and sister? But it seems like we are not related by blood, so that should be okay, right? But, but.

Qiong's mind went blank, and he couldn't even remember what Aokiji said.

And just when she unconsciously raised her chin slightly, Aokiji had already moved her head away, smiled and rubbed her head: "Hey, are you relieved?"

Qiong moved away his flushed face, because he felt ashamed of his actions just now and was about to cry out. He hurriedly pushed Aoki Si away and was so frightened that he hit the backrest of the bed and let out a painful cry: "Ah stupid, stupid ,Fool!"

"go out!"

Seeing Qiong's sudden fury, Aokiji was pushed to sit on the floor with a confused look on his face.

"ah?"

Aokiji, who had no idea what he had done, was pushed out of the room by Qiong, who was suddenly furious.

Standing at the door, watching Qiong slam the door shut without any explanation, Aokiji looked blank: "Why? Did I do something?"

"Strange." Aokiji sighed: "It used to be very useful to comfort my brother like this."

"Idiot!" Qiong at the door cursed again angrily, and Aokiji knocked on the door honestly and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I was wrong! But tomorrow, Qiong is not allowed to have any more conflicts, I will be sad! Also , as long as I am here, you will definitely get better! I swear!"

Listening to Aoki Si still talking at the door, Qiong, who was leaning against the door with his face so red that he was about to bleed, let out an embarrassing whimper, squatted on the ground, and loudly said: "Si is the most annoying!"

"The worst!"

"I won't worry about you anymore!"

Qiong covered his pounding heart, hurriedly opened the medicine bottle and took another pill, then tried hard to calm his breathing and gradually returned to normal.

Cure me?

Qiong looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and murmured to himself in a complicated tone: "Why can you do something that even doctors can't do?"

"Fool."

But I don’t know why, but Qiong’s anxious thoughts in the past few days have become much calmer now. There is even a mysterious sense of trust that Aokiji can do this, so much so that it turns into a sense of anticipation for that day to come. If Si can really cure me

Qiong covered his face, and the cheeks covered with his little hands were so hot: "Am I an idiot too, to think so?"

When he thought about how he had raised his chin just now, as if his head was burned out, Qiong even more embarrassedly covered his face.

At the door, Aokiji was confused by the scolding voice in the room. In the end, he just sighed leisurely, and then remembered that the girl named Gogeng Ruri said this not long ago, and cursed himself.

Back in the house, Aokiji took out a medical book, but he couldn't learn anything. Finally, he put down the book with a wry smile, took out his mobile phone, and searched carefully: What should I do if I am cursed and start to have bad luck? Waiting online, quite urgent.