Gu Junzhu looked at Ye Xingbei intently, feeling that this was a very strange girl.

After being deceived, hurt, and betrayed by the person he trusted the most, he thought she would be sad, angry, hateful, or even collapse, but she was calm from the moment she woke up.

Her mentality is the best he has ever seen, and I'm afraid it won't take more than a few years for her to reach a state where she can neither be happy with things nor feel sad with herself.

But Gu Junzhu knows that many people don't cry or make trouble after being hurt, not because they are born slower than others, but because they are used to it.

Children who cry are fed milk.

But the child who cries to death and still has no milk to eat will naturally stop crying in the future if he understands this truth over time.

Thinking about it this way, he felt even more sorry for this girl.

How many wrongs must she have suffered before she could calmly face the abandonment and betrayal of someone she regarded as a relative?

He couldn't help but reached out and touched her head.

But, it doesn't matter.

Everything in the past has passed.

No one hurt Ye Xiaobei before, but now he will.

He loves her.

Ye Xingbei looked at him sideways and smiled gently at him, "Let's go back."

Gu Junzhu nodded, bent down and hugged her into his arms, and told Gu Chi: "Send this old witch back to the master's house."

What he should have done was done as early as the day he sent Wu Qizhen to the Cowherd's bed.

For the rest of her life, Wu Qizhen will only live in more pain day by day.

He no longer needed to do anything to Wu Qizhen.

He carried Ye Xingbei back to the room, put her back on the bed, and rubbed her head: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

There were injuries on his body and he had a fever for several days. Ye Xingbei had been having a bad appetite for a few days and had lost a lot of weight.

Ye Xingbei thought for a while, "Let's drink some purple rice porridge."

She still doesn't really have much of an appetite, but she doesn't like to cause trouble to others.

Eat something quickly to get better quickly.

Only when your body recovers as before can you take care of others instead of becoming a burden to others.

Gu Junzhu called the kitchen and asked the kitchen to make purple rice porridge.

He sat down by the bed, untied the gauze on Ye Xingbei's body and looked at it, fearing that moving Ye Xingbei just now would tear the wound.

In fact, he was worrying too much.

When he hugged Ye Xingbei, he moved very carefully.

The wound on Ye Xingbei's body has also formed a thin layer of scab, so it's nothing serious.

But he was still worried.

Seeing with his own eyes that everything was fine, he applied a thick layer of medicine on the wound and then wrapped the gauze again.

"This medicine is so effective," Ye Xingbei praised sincerely: "This is the best trauma medicine I have ever used."

In the past, the trauma medicine she used at Ye's house was of the highest quality that was not available on the market. She thought it was the best trauma medicine, but she didn't expect that there were mountains higher than the other and there were better ones.

Gu Junzhu said: "I used to have a special job and was often injured. My dad found a Chinese medicine expert to prepare the medicine specially for me. The medicinal materials used to prepare the medicine are very precious, and they are priced but not available in the market. They are difficult to obtain. My dad spent a lot of money.

With great efforts, I can only make a dozen bottles. I use them myself and my comrades also use them. Now there are only two bottles left, so..."

Gu Jun flicked Ye Xingbei's forehead and said, "Don't be so stupid again. You believe in all kinds of cats and dogs. If you get hurt next time, there won't be such a magical medicine for you."
Chapter completed!