Xu Nian’an automatically found two bowls and also took two spoons, and in no time, two servings of Mung Bean Jelly were freshly made.
Xu Nian’an placed one serving in front of Du Chang and carried the other to the back yard... to the grandson of Doctor Du.
Watching Xu Nian’an deliver the items to the backyard, Du Chang peeled off the last layer of gauze, revealing an exceptionally ferocious wound beneath.
As he changed the dressings, Du Chang sized up Xu Nianhua, noticing that her eyes didn’t even blink, nor did her brows furrow; as he cleaned the wound with medicinal liquid, he said, "Doesn’t it hurt?"
Xu Nianhua paused before answering, "It’s just a minor injury, it doesn’t hurt."
In her heart, she added that the real pain was back in the Sea of Fire, or when treating extensive burns—that was what truly hurt.
"You’re very strong."
Du Chang commended as he spoke, Xu Nianhua looked delicate, but in reality, she was very strong.
"Even the grass is so strong, I am human, why shouldn’t I be strong?" Xu Nianhua’s tone was indifferent, as if she was discussing the weather of the day.
Du Chang took another look at Xu Nianhua, initially just thinking that this young girl was not at all afraid of pain.
Latterly, he thought the girl was very sensible, helping her parents bear the burdens despite her young age.
Upon his third examination, Du Chang found that, aside from having a youthful face, her tranquil, unrippled eyes, like an ancient well without a wave, showed a maturity uncommon for her age.
Perhaps, the child of the poor needs to become mature early?
Thinking this to himself, Du Chang did not ask any more questions, but instead focused on changing Xu Nianhua’s dressing.
In the backyard, Xu Nian’an, carrying the Mung Bean Jelly, strode into the yard.
Under the lush persimmon tree sat a man in a wheelchair, with unripe, green and small persimmons hanging above, not yet in season.
"Hello, I am Xu Nianhua’s brother, thank you for saving my little sister yesterday," Xu Nian’an gratefully looked at the large persimmon tree, if it weren’t for Xu Nianhua climbing up the big persimmon tree, she could have been bullied by that jerk Gao Jianshe!
Although it wasn’t confirmed that it was Gao Jianshe, Xu Nian’an thought, why else would he scurry off to his wife’s grandmother’s place if he wasn’t feeling guilty?
Pei Yicheng turned his wheelchair around.
His handsome, rosy face and those calm, black and profound eyes seemed indifferent to everything, as if not even the sky falling down would change his expression.
A chill seemed to emanate from him.
"This Mung Bean Jelly was made by my sister and me; it’s for you," Xu Nian’an said, never having encountered someone so cold before.
Colder than the Mung Bean Jelly he had just scooped up from the well!
"Thank you," Pei Yicheng’s clear voice sounded.
"Then I..." Seeing that Pei Yicheng showed no intention of taking the Mung Bean Jelly, Xu Nian’an glanced at the small table next to his wheelchair.
"Your sister also knows how to make Mung Bean Jelly?"
Pei Yicheng reached out and took the Mung Bean Jelly from Xu Nian’an’s hand, the crystal clear jelly, topped with brown sugar and served in a white porcelain bowl from home, was visually delightful.
"Yes, my sister is quite skilled," Xu Nian’an boasted proudly about his little sister.
Not only could she make Mung Bean Jelly, but she was also obedient, kind-hearted, and especially endearing to people.
Listening to Xu Nian’an’s endless praise of his sister, Pei Yicheng couldn’t help but think of the little girl who had fallen from the tree yesterday, thin and small, with bangs almost covering her eyes.