This woman was dressed in fiery red clothes and had picturesque features. She looked eccentric, but there was a trace of tiredness on her pretty face.
"Aunt Lin, when will my father wake up? Does his...his injury not matter?"
The child looked at the woman in red with big eyes and asked eagerly.
"Well, although these injuries look vicious, fortunately they are not on the door. Your father will recover after a while. Once his skills are restored, these scars will slowly disappear. No.
It only leaves half a scar, Beibei, so you can rest assured. Your father is a demon king, and his recovery power is amazing..."[
The woman in red patiently explained.
The child exhaled slightly and hugged the man's big hand tightly with his two small hands.
"Dad, I'm sorry. Beibei won't be angry with you anymore. Beibei knows that your mother is like this and you are also very sad..."
The man's hands are white and slender, with well-defined joints, and they look strong.
A kind of power to control the world.
At this moment, he was just opening his mouth weakly, as if he wanted to catch something, but couldn't...
Seeing these hands, Qi Luoer had a feeling out of thin air, a feeling that he wanted to hold...
As soon as this thought came to her mind, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and placed it vainly on the man's palm.
Her hand was hollow, placed under the child's little hand.
Above are the child's tender little hands, below are the man's warm hands...
Qi Luoer was startled for a moment, looking at the three palms stacked together strangely, and there was an indescribable harmony.
Her mood, which had always been as calm as running water, was suddenly shaken.
It's like someone threw pebbles into the calm lake surface, causing ripples in circles.
Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her hand.
The man in his sleep suddenly frowned uneasily, and his slightly open hands suddenly clenched!