Put a dummy next to a child's bed, even if it looks weird during the day, let alone at night!

Tranquility cursed as she looked into the bed, and then she realized the abnormality of the child on the bed—his breathing was unusually rapid and unsteady.

Tranquility's first reaction was that he woke up, but because of uncertainty and fear, he was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't pretend to be like it, and when he saw that there was a wall lamp at the head of the bed, he turned it on, and after the light was turned on, Chen Sen's face also came into her eyes.

Chen Sen does look very standard, but what makes Ning Ning's heart tug at is not his appearance, but because of the scars and bruises all over his face, his face is flushed at this time, his forehead and nose are full of sweat, his hair is soaked, and he sticks to his scalp one by one, his hands are outside the quilt, and he is holding the quilt tightly, his face is full of pain, but there is no muffled hum.

Tranquility saw that his exposed hands and neck were scars, and her heart ached.

In the memory of hearing Chen Sen's evil personality say that when he was a child, it was scary enough, but it was not as big as the impact she saw with her own eyes at this time.

Tranquility touched his forehead, it was hot, and then lifted the quilt on his body to take a rough look, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, there was basically no good place on his body.

What kind of pervert is Old Man Chen! How could he bear to do it!

She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that had surged in her heart, and nudged him.

"Chen Sen, Chen Sen, wake up."

After a while, Chen Sen woke up from the nightmare in a daze.

The light above his head poured down, enveloping the tranquility in it, he couldn't see her clearly, but he could recognize that it was a stranger, or a little girl the same size as him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes again—it must have been a dream, otherwise how could someone he had never seen appear in front of him.

Tranquility saw that he soon fell asleep again, but his expression was not as anxious as before, but his brows were still frowning, and he looked outside again, and understood that he had no time, so he hurriedly found a towel and wet it on his forehead, thought about it, and instilled a little spiritual power in his body into him, and left as he came.

She came here today without preparation, without any medicine, and when she came back tomorrow night, she would definitely help him heal his injuries.

……

The next day, even though Chen Sen was still uncomfortable, he woke up according to his biological clock, if he was late, his grandfather would be angry, and he couldn't help but wince at the thought of the possible treatment.

But when he sat up groggily from the bed, something fell off his forehead, and when he saw that it was a towel, he was stunned, and held it in his hand, not understanding how it appeared.

Last night it seemed like a dream, and a little girl looked at him worriedly at his bedside.

Isn't that a dream?

But how? How did she get up? Why did you find him?

Isn't it the little fairy in the sky who heard his heart's prayer and came to save him?

No, no, it's impossible, if there really is an immortal, it would have appeared a long time ago, and it wouldn't have come after he had suffered so much.

Chen Sen's originally misty and clear eyes became gloomy.

He threw the towel away, and no matter how uncomfortable he was, he seemed to get up as if nothing had happened, and went out on steady steps to endure a new, painful day.