What he gave me is good, I have to bear it...what is my heart?

I looked up at him, as if I was about to cry, but my eyes were dry and my gaze was blurred.

I can't see him or the way.

I was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath. He thought I was going to say something, staring at my dry lips, but felt me ​​pulling my hand out of his palm with force.

His eyes darkened: "Light."

The next moment, I picked up the bowl of cold soup on the table, scooped up a spoonful, and gently delivered it to his lips.

Something seemed to explode in his eyes. For a moment, joy and brightness almost illuminated the whole face, and he looked at me happily: "Light!"

I didn't look at him, but just looked at the few leftover medicines in the bowl, which reflected a little blurry look.

It also reflects his ecstatic eyes.

“Light.”

"If you don't drink it, I'll take it."

"Oh, don't!"

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed my hand again, but the injured hand wrapped in a bandage. As soon as he touched me, he felt so painful that he shrank, and hissed and sucked the air conditioner. I looked at him expressionlessly and sent the spoonful of medicine to his mouth again.

He was so painful that his forehead was covered with sweat, but at this time he immediately smiled, opened his mouth, and took the spoon in his mouth.

The black medicine juice was drunk by him like honey.

This time, I didn't say anything to him, and the medicine was fed into his mouth bit by bit. After a while, the bowl was seen. I poured the last bit of thick medicine left in the bowl into the spoon and continued to send it into his mouth. He probably was so bitter that he couldn't swallow it anymore. He frowned: "Forget this, let's forget about it."

I glanced at him and threw the spoon back into the bowl.

With a "clang" sound, it seemed like he hit him. He suddenly shuddered and said, "Forget it, let me drink it. Good medicine is bitter."

I didn't say anything. I picked up the bowl and spoon without any trouble, poured the last bit of soup into the spoon, scraped the wall of the bowl twice, and then fed it into his mouth. The taste was also unimaginable.

His whole face wrinkled together, showing an expression of almost vomiting.

I didn't look at him either. I put the bowl and spoon in and walked out, but before I could even turn around, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and looked at me with a bitter expression: "It's so bitter, but are there any sweet things to eat?"

“…”

I was a little speechless. He said he was not a child anymore, so how could anyone prepare sweet things after giving him medicine?

I said, "They don't have it either."

He smiled and said, "Didn't you carry it with you?"

"No."

"No?"

I felt heartache as if I had cut it. Seeing him smiling at me like this, I felt even more indescribable aggrievance. I gritted my teeth and frowned: "No!"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But I can find it."

I was stunned and suddenly understood what was coming. I subconsciously retreated, but my wrist was grabbed by him and I couldn't break free. I felt a gust of wind coming. He had come to me. When he raised his eyes, he leaned towards me and touched the corner of my lips.

My hands loosened, and the medicine bowl fell off and fell to the ground with a clang, shattering it.

But he didn't linger on my lips, but just pecked and left me again.
Chapter completed!