Chapter 367 Feeling More Distressed

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The child finally knew that everyone in the world wanted him to die, even his mother didn't want to see him, and no one would save him.

So, behind, even though he was in pain, he didn't cry or beg anyone, just because no one would save him.

He remembered all the faces of those people, and he remembered all the faces smiling indulgently.

After knowing that all his sharp nails were pulled out, the pain threw him away, and his books, which he cherished so much, were thrown into the water.

The Master obviously saw it but ignored it.

From that moment on, the child knew that here, the only one he could rely on was himself, and this time, he no longer had force.

His nails are gone.

He couldn't catch anyone anymore.

He... needs to become stronger.

After crying enough and all those suppressed tears, the child wandered around and wanted to take it out. He still remembered that this medicine was given to him by Pangpang that day, and it was still cold after using it. Those wounds healed quickly.

So this time, his fingers can recover quickly. Even if there are no nails, he can accept it, as long as Pangpang can't see it, as long as Pangpang doesn't know.

This is the first time that a child cares so much about someone. He just wants to do better.

But even after digging for a long time, the child couldn't take out the porcelain bottle, and his little face almost twitched with pain.

"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

The child's back suddenly became stiff.

Han Fei looked at the little kid who seemed to be frightened, and felt heartbroken, but she still restrained herself and said, "Little Che, turn around."

The child said weakly: "Pangpang, why are you here?"

Han Feipi said with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that there is a medicine bottle missing in my room, and I can't find it."

The child said nothing.

Han Fei felt a little uncomfortable when she saw that his back was still facing her. When she was about to pull him over, she saw blood on the ground with her sharp eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

"Qin Che! Turn around! Otherwise I'm going to get angry!"

In the end, the child turned around, but put his hands behind his back.

The more he avoided it, the more Han Fei wanted to know. She had a bad feeling in her heart.

Han Fei grabbed the child's arm with lightning speed, used her strength to reverse it, and twisted the child's hand without hurting him.

But when Han Fei saw the bloody hands, the words that came to her mouth disappeared instantly, and she suddenly couldn't find her voice.

The hands holding the child were shaking.

Han Fei's eyes turned red instantly.

The child felt a little unnatural and wanted to take his hand back, but when he saw Han Fei's expression, he was startled and immediately said: "Pangpang, it doesn't hurt. Really, it doesn't hurt! It will be fine soon." of!"

Han Fei said loudly with a crying voice: "How could it not hurt!? What happened! Why didn't you tell me?!"

The child said hurriedly: "Pangpang, don't cry, don't cry!"

Han Fei took several deep breaths before she suppressed her thoughts of killing. She gritted her teeth, picked up the child, and said, "Let's go home. I'll give you medicine, and we'll do it."

The child was stunned for a moment, but he still nestled in Han Fei's arms with peace of mind. It was warm, soft, and very restrained. Even the wound on his hand didn't hurt so much anymore, but he still felt a little regretful that he was still trapped. Pangpang found out.

Back in the room, Han Fei desperately searched for the porcelain bottle of medicine she had brought back last time. Her hands were trembling. Then she rushed back to the child and carefully held his hands. The fingers full of blood stains were It hurts every time I watch it.

Han Fei used almost all her self-control to calm down. She didn't know what kind of evil spirit could do such a cruel thing to a child!

Fingers and hearts!

Just looking at it, Han Fei couldn't imagine how much pain the children among them had endured.

The person Han Fei wished she could kill was herself.

How could she believe that those demons would let children go?

How could she be so careless and take the child out of her sight?

How could she be so stupid as to believe that she could turn defeat into victory just by studying well?

She was too anxious, her thoughts were too wonderful, and this palace was darker than she thought. Those people, those evil spirits who wanted to eat human flesh, would not let any of them go!

Han Fei bit her lower lip until it bled. Her face looked a little ferocious, and the suppressed violence showed signs of recovery.

The porcelain bottle in Han Fei's hand was trembling, and she could hardly hold it.

"Pangpang, it doesn't hurt..."

The child also tried to comfort Han Fei.

Han Fei slowly came back to her senses and did not speak. She just carefully and gently cleaned the child's wound and carefully sprinkled the powder on it.

But this kind of pain was unbearable for a child. He almost subconsciously pulled back due to the pain. Tears suddenly gathered in his big eyes, but they did not fall down.

The child said weakly: "Fat, it hurts."

Han Fei took a deep breath, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Be good, if it hurts, just bite me, I won't hurt."

With that said, Han Fei moved her shoulder closer to the child's mouth.

Then he held the child's hand and slowly applied the medicine.

The child was in so much pain that he couldn't help but open his mouth and bit Han Fei's shoulder.

Han Fei trembled and continued to apply the medicine without changing her expression.

This is nothing compared to the pain a child goes through.

After all ten fingers were covered with medicine, Han Fei's shoulder became numb with pain, and there was faint blood seeping out.

Han Fei looked at the bandaged hand, and tears suddenly fell down one by one. The warm liquid dripped onto the child's arm, as if it had burned him.

"sorry Sorry……"

Han Fei started repeating this sentence over and over again.

If she could have realized the horror of those people earlier, could she have prevented the children from being harmed like this?

If she could be stronger, could she protect her boyfriend well?

Now that she is here and can give medicine to children, how did Qin Che spend his past in those years without her?

How did these injuries and pains turn into indifference, inhumanity, and indifference.

Han Fei felt very distressed. She couldn't imagine how Qin Che spent such a childhood in these memories. Just thinking about it made her feel cold all over.

The child suddenly fell silent when he saw Han Fei's tears.

He said to himself in his mind.

He didn't want Pangpang to cry.

He wanted to kill those people.