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Chapter 43

Chapter 43

    The Buddha's incense was half burned, and the accumulated ashes swayed and fell down, puffing up layers of smoke.

    There was no sound in the meditation room, and Shen Wei felt as if her heart had been pulled hard, a tearing pain.

    Don't seven-year-olds understand anything? No, she should have been enlightened. When she was seven years old, she already understood that her grandmother was partial to her cousin, and she would cry and say she wanted anything good.

    If she doesn't give it, someone will come out and say that she is ignorant and not generous. Even if she treasures that pearl flower, she has to obediently give it to her cousin, as if she is a good child in the eyes of everyone.

    But at that time, she didn't understand why, she was very strange, whether people can't have too much, others don't have it, but they can have it when they cry.

    And she just doesn't like to cry, and she is cheerful to everyone, which is easy to suffer.

    She could understand this at the age of seven, and it was obvious that Ling Yue, who seemed to be smarter than ordinary people, knew more than her.

    Before getting to know Ling Yue, she had also seen descriptions of different pupils in books. There were blue pupils, green pupils, and double pupils. Those with different colors but the same were said to be ominous omens, neither human nor ghost. There are outliers.

    This made her subconsciously prejudice against it, including when she saw Ling Yue's eyes for the first time, she was also afraid.

    At that time, Ling Yue was the God of Death with a mighty soldier in his hand, even if the color of his pupils was different, no one in the world would dare to shout in front of him.

    He could only look into his light-colored eyes, endure the fear, and speak flattering words.

    But what about him as a child? It would be fine if he was born in an ordinary family, but he was born in a royal family, and prejudice and spittle alone can drown him.

    How he was bruised and bruised, and how he was sent from the palace to the White Horse Temple, Shen Wei didn't know, she only knew that Ling Yue was not invincible since childhood, and was even more fragile and sensitive than ordinary people.

    "Then what happened afterwards?"

    There was no one else in the room, but Shen Wei's voice couldn't help but feel a lot lighter, as if it wouldn't disturb anything.

    "Such a serious injury, if it was placed on other children, he should have died several times. He didn't cry aloud. Even if the high fever lasted for several days, he never cried out that it hurts." Shen Hua's lips trembled slightly

    . He paused, "Well, is there anyone accompanying him?"

    "It was his aunt who sent him here, and she came here a few times, but she is a new widow, so it is inconvenient for her to come to the temple often, and most of the time he is alone They are similar to those little disciples adopted by the old monk."

    She was weak and weak when she was young, but whenever she had a cough and headache, her parents would be very worried and wished to invite seven or eight doctors to stay by her side non-stop.

    But Ling Yue was alone, would he feel sad?

    Just imagining that scene, Shen Hua's nose couldn't stop sour, her eyes were misted uncontrollably, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fingers stirred restlessly.