"Brother Xuan, don't..." Song Qinglian hurriedly stopped him, afraid that he would really destroy his favorite rose because of one sentence.

But Ming Jingxuan had already walked towards the rose field with great strides. Without seeing any hesitation, he picked a few roses.

Song Qinglian was shocked. It was his most cherished rose. Even if his junior sister accidentally picked one, he would feel distressed and scold him.

How could I uproot my most cherished rose just by saying a casual word?

This time, he didn't see any reluctance or stinginess. He turned around, walked back to Song Qinglian's side, and handed the picked roses to Song Qinglian's hand, "Sister Qinglian, take this, use these roses as raw materials to make sachets, and you can keep its taste by your side."

"This..." Song Qinglian did not take the rose, but looked at the bright red roses in his hand, then raised her head to look at Ming Jingxuan. There was a hint of panic and shock in her eyes, "Brother Xuan, this is your most cherished rose. How could you pick the rose you most cherished because of my joke, this..."

"It's okay." Ming Jingxuan shook his head gently, his face with warmth and calmness. "So many roses have grown in this flower field, and it's indispensable to give you a few. Moreover, this flower was cultivated by you, and it should belong to you."

"You can use it to make sachets. The sachets made of roses must be different from other flowers. Since the fragrance of this flower makes you feel comfortable, then you should keep this sausage with you forever."

Looking at Ming Jingxuan's sincerity, Song Qinglian stagnated for a moment, but still felt ashamed of it. He said, "Brother Xuan, Qinglian knows that you are dedicated to Qinglian. Qinglian is just talking casually, why should you care so much? This makes me..."

"Sister Qinglian, you don't have to say much." Ming Jingxuan's face was sincere: "Although I love roses, it's nothing compared to my friendship with Sister Qinglian. Since it's what you like, I will naturally give it to you without hesitation."

He handed the rose to Song Qinglian's hand, his eyes circulated, as if he was reminded, "Take this rose back to make a sachet. I also like the fragrance of roses and want to keep it by my side. If possible, use this rose to make a sachet and give it to me, okay?"

He thought for a moment, "Is it okay to embroider the sachet into a lotus pattern and install the rose petals in it?"

Ming Jingxuan said this, and Songxianglian naturally had no choice but to refuse, so he had to take it. "Since that's the case, Qinglian no longer refuses. Qinglian will definitely make the style that Brother Xuan wants carefully and give it to Brother Xuan. However, Dalian still has to thank Brother Xuan for his feelings. Qinglian remembers this love in her heart."

Seeing Song Qinglian accepting it, Ming Jingxuan felt even more happy, "What else do you say to me and I have to thank you?"

He gently pulled Song Qinglian's arm, "Sister Qinglian, let's go..."

But he didn't expect that his hand was touching the part where Song Qinglian's arm was pinched by Song Daquan. Although he just touched it lightly, the wound hurt like a heart-wrenching pain.

"Ah!" Song Qinglian frowned in pain, and couldn't help but let out a low moan.

"What's wrong, Sister Qinglian?" Seeing her like this, Ming Jingxuan was also shocked.

"No... nothing, it's okay." Song Qinglian hurriedly stood up straight and curled the painful expression on her face. She couldn't let Ming Jingxuan see her strangeness, nor did she want Ming Jingxuan to worry about her because of this.

But even though she tried her best to cover it up, Ming Jingxuan still noticed something strange. Her eyes were dodging, probably because there was something unexpected that he didn't want him to know.

"If it's okay, why do you hurt?" He hurriedly pulled up Song Qinglian's arm, rolled up her sleeves, and went to check her arms.

But he was shocked when he saw it. There was a large piece of purple scar on the fair skin. The pinch mark was still there, and there was mottled blood overflowing, which had become a scab. There was such a wound on the slender skin, which looked shocking.

He just accidentally touched her wound, and she felt so painful, which shows how severe the pinch was. Who did he do such a cruel move on her, a little girl?

"What's going on?" He raised his head and looked at Song Qinglian, with a serious expression: "Why did your arm get hurt like this? Who did you get such a ruthless move and pinch you?"

"No, no..." Song Qinglian hurriedly pulled her arm out of his hand, lowered her head, and tried her best to hide it: "I accidentally fell and scratched me when I was born this morning. Don't worry, it's not a problem..."

"Sister Qinglian, don't hide it from me!" Before she finished speaking, Ming Jingxuan interrupted her quickly. Song Qinglian's concealment could not have deceived his eyes.

He couldn't help but be angry, "This wound was clearly pinched. Do you think I can't see it?"

Song Qinglian's heartbeats nervously. Seeing Ming Jingxuan's expression so serious, she must have admitted it. But after all, these are family scandals at home, so how should we say it?

She could only lower her head and continue to lower her voice to deny: "No, Brother Xuan, you read it wrong. It's really just that I accidentally fell and injured."

"Do you still want to hide it from me?" Ming Jingxuan's voice increased several times, his eyebrows were furrowed, worried and anxious: "You think I am a fool, can I really not tell if I am injured or pinched?"

"You are bullied and you still have to swallow your anger like this. Do you refuse to say it to anyone? Tell me who did this, who was so overdoing it, and doing such a ruthless move to you!"

This matter must be hidden, but it cannot be said. Under Ming Jingxuan's forced question, she could only lower her head, covered with sweat on her forehead and remain silent.

A breeze blew by, lifting up the alienated bangs on her forehead. Her bruise that hit the wall just appeared, and Ming Jingxuan was seeing it again.

Chapter completed!