"I just knew I had a brother and it made me happy, delighted! Brother, I won't cry anymore!"
As Murong Qinglian said this, Misha smiled more gently. He reached out, and warm fingertips brushed against the whip marks on Murong Qinglian's face, "Look at you, crying like a little kitten, we need to apply medicine again!"
By the time Misha finished applying the medicine to Murong Qinglian, the Black Chicken Soup was just warm enough. Wanting to make Misha happy, Murong Qinglian picked up the chicken soup, sipping it enthusiastically until none was left. After finishing, she looked at Misha with a pleading expression as if saying how well-behaved she was, right?
Contrary to Murong Qinglian's expectations, a peculiar smile appeared on Misha's gentle face, "Qinglian, you used to hate chicken soup, especially the Black Chicken Soup. You said the black soup looked like medicine and you disliked drinking medicine... why do you like Black Chicken Soup now?"
