"It's all made up by everyone to make it feel more comfortable in their hearts. Because the harm caused is irreparable, everyone thinks so. Suffering losses is a blessing, and suffering is a training. Disasters are the most precious wealth in life? Does anyone want these wealth? No... Since no one wants it, it's not a wealth."

Tang Buhua rarely hears Murong Jinyan say such a lot of words to him seriously.

Actually, when he thinks about it, his words really make sense: "Suffering losses is a blessing, but it is said more when comforting oneself. But who really wants to be a person who suffers?"

"Poisonous chicken soup..." Tang Buhuai smiled, "Then my feet..."

"I'll help you find a way. Look at the degree of swelling of your feet later. If it's not too severe, try it. Apply ice all night, and then apply hot compress after twenty-four hours. If your injury is not too serious, there is still one day tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... it will almost recover." Murong Jinyan said.

"Really!! That's great!" Tang Buhuai chuckled, and when Murong Jinyan's body was playing and he could still get there, he raised his arms and hugged Murong Jinyan's body, "I knew, Brother Jinyan, you will definitely not ignore me!"

Murong Jinyan raised his hand and gently rubbed Tang Buhuai's head: "I don't care who I don't care about, nor will I ignore you."

Tang Buhua listened to what Murong Jinyan said to her, his heart thumped and jumped quickly. She turned her face and looked at the car window on the other side. Although... she knew that Murong Jinyan was just treating herself as a little sister, and he was her parent... But Tang Buhua still couldn't help but think in a slight way. Anyway, he would make up for it in his mind and wouldn't offend anyone!

Tang Buhua quietly turned his face to avoid Murong Jinyan's gaze, so... he couldn't see Tang Buhua's little face, and his proud smile seemed to be a kitten that had only stole a fishy cat.

Perhaps... this little bit of tenderness is the thing that is most worthy of her to cherish in her heart.

Murong Jinyan took out a spare ice pack from the refrigerator and stuffed two into it for later replacement.

He found a towel of moderate thickness, wrapped the ice bag, and slowly placed it on the ankle where Tang Buhua was injured.

Murong Jinyan sat on the sand and placed Tang Buhuai's legs on his legs, and gently pressed the ice bag on it: "Is it cold?"

Tang Buhua shook his head. It was actually a bit cold, but in order to make his feet get better quickly, Tang Buhua didn't want to stop Murong Jinyan because of his little petiteness.

Murong Jinyan nodded slightly, but did not expose Tang Buhua's small body that shrank because he was a little cold.

"That's good, go to your room." Murong Jinyan first put down the ice bag, then picked up Tang Buhua again, took her back to the room, put her next to the bed, made it, fed some water in a basin, and let her wash.

"After washing, you lie on the bed, cover yourself with a quilt, stretch your feet out, and I'll help you with ice." Murong Jinyan said to him.
Chapter completed!