Wu Chang Jie

29

Xie Bi An had an unbelievable expression on his face. He was about to ask "Didn't you kick me out?", but when he saw the hint of grievance hidden under Fan Wu She's crossed eyebrows, he felt angry and amused, and his heart softened. He coughed lightly, "I was afraid of disturbing your recovery, so I didn't mean not to visit you. "

Fan Wu She's expression improved slightly, "Then how are your injuries?"

"I'm fine." Xie Bi An spread his hands out to show them, "I wasn't badly injured in the first place."

Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An's cheeks, which seemed to have slimmed down overnight, and unconsciously stretched out his hand. In a flash, he thought he would pinch this narrow, lower jaw and force this person to ask why he didn't eat properly, and whether he had to feed him one bite at a time.

But before his hand touched Xie Bi An, the man was already conscious, and he dropped his hand and placed it behind his back, gently clutching it.

Xie Bi An looked worriedly at Fan Wu She's shoulder, "How about you, are you feeling better?"

"No." Fan Wu She lowered his head, "It hurts every moment, and I can't move."

"Then why did you run out?" Xie Bi An said urgently, "Come back with me."

Back at the residence, Xie Bi An took over for the disciples of Wuliang Sect and changed Fan Wu She's bandages. He unwrapped the gauze layer by layer until he saw the hideous bloody holes. His hand shook and his eyelashes lowered in gloom.

Fan Wu She was waiting for the dressing to be applied when he heard Xie Bi An whisper, "I'm sorry, Wu She."

He was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong."

Xie Bi An lifted his face. His eyes were red. His dark, large pupils were covered with a thin layer of watery mist, and the light of his pupils shone as if they were reflecting the stars.

Fan Wu She's breath caught in his throat, and his mind was in turmoil, thinking: Who is he looking like this for? Who else had seen him looking like this?

Xie Bi An bit his lip: "Senior brother didn't protect you, do you blame senior brother?"

Fan Wu She said in a low voice, "If I blame you, how will you make it up to me?"

Xie Bi An froze at the question.

"Can you just be nice to me only?" Fan Wu She stared at Xie Bi An. His tone was not like a question at all, but rather as an order.

"..." Xie Bi An was a bit confused.

Fan Wu She got closer to Xie Bi An, forcing to look into his eyes: "Why are you nice to me?"

"Because ... you're my junior brother." Xie Bi An suddenly felt that there was a depth in his junior brother's eyes that was far beyond his age, and that emotion was like an undercurrent raging beneath the surface of the sea that could turn the sky upside down at any moment.

"Then why are you nice to others."

"I ..."

Fan Wu She grabbed Xie Bi An's wrist: "I only have you ... your goodness to me. Can you only just be good to me?"

"Wu She, what's wrong with you?" Xie Bi An looked at him in confusion, but his tone was clearly coaxing, "Is it because no one took good care of you when you were a child? You suffered a lot, didn't you."

Fan Wu She's lips pursed as he let go of Xie Bi An's hand and turned his face away.

"I know it was hard without a father and mother, but luckily master treats me well. In the future, you will have a senior brother to be good to you." Xie Bi An reached out and touched Fan Wu She's head and said softly, "The goodness that senior brother has for you, no one else can share it. It's not something that will become less if you share it. For you, it will only grow."