"Brother Lu, where did you go? Lulu's palm was broken by the teacher."
"When you weren't home, mother didn't allow Lulu to eat sweet food, and brother didn't give Lulu any special treatment."
"Look at Lulu, he's so thin."
"Brother Lu, did you miss me?"
Lu huaijiang's hand that was holding the sword trembled slightly, the chaos in his eyes gradually suppressed that weak trace of clarity. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were dark and filled with ruthlessness.
The long sword in his hand buzzed and trembled.
The veins on the back of his hand were already bulging, as if he was restraining something.
He put Lulu down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully opened it. His entire body was stiff, as if he had used up all his strength.
He solemnly opened the handkerchief, and inside was a piece of malt candy wrapped in oil paper. There were also flowers in the caramels, and they smelled very fragrant.
