He cried.

  Facing such a wound, even he, who was dressing the wound, felt painful, but this child still looked at him, dazed, staring intently, as if his eyes could only see him at that moment.

  Saltiness flowed across his cheeks and into his mouth. Yukimura was taken aback, only then realizing that he had been crying towards the wound.

  How embarrassing!

  He roughly wiped away the tears on his face with his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse.

  "Let me rebandage it for you."

  He carefully sprinkled the powder evenly over the wound. He knew that if he used too much of Mr. Kawashima's medicine, the wound would feel hot and painful, so he had to be very careful when applying it.

  "Does it hurt?" He lifted his head, anxiously inquiring about the girl's feelings. But for the first time, he discovered that her eyes were no longer as calm and peaceful as they had been at the beginning, as if something was flashing inside. She was also quietly looking at him, gazing at him, but now the feeling was more like being watched by a "person" rather than the gaze of a wild beast.

  She still looked stupid, as if she didn't understand what he was saying, and remained unresponsive.

  At this moment, Yukimura began to have some doubts. This girl, wouldn't she be a non-Japanese person and therefore couldn't understand what he was saying?

  But even so, he said a sentence, "If it hurts, just call out, it's okay." Only then did he continue to sprinkle the powder on her.

  The girl had been quietly watching him all along, without making a sound.

  Sprinkle the good medicine powder, Xingcun helps her re-bandage. Fortunately, the girl cooperated very well throughout the whole process, raising her hand when she should, and not pouncing on him to bite again when he reached out his hand. She was completely like a well-behaved doll, letting him arrange her as he pleased.

  He tied a small bow on the bandage, stood up, walked to his closet, and pulled out a white shirt.

  Although it was his, the girl was really weak and thin. Just by looking at her, he knew that this shirt was also too big for her.

  "Should I put on this shirt? The previous one..." had already turned red. The inquiring words came to an abrupt halt, he took a few steps closer, only to find that she had fainted again at some point, her head tilted to one side.

  He stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair from her face.

  Her delicate Eastern features, plus her black hair, clearly indicated that she was not a Westerner. Was she Chinese?

  If so, why did she appear in Japan? And was injured so badly by someone?

  Who exactly made her like this?

  A small pot of millet porridge is about to be born on the electric stove in the kitchen.

  In Japan, people mature early. At the age of 16, they are already considered adults and can get married with parental consent. He is now 12 years old, and his parents are busy taking care of his sister Akane and himself. If he can't even cook a simple millet porridge, then he has failed in life for the past 12 years.

  He skillfully cracked three eggs into a bowl and mixed them, adding some chopped scallions. With high spirits, Kosuke began to scramble the eggs. It had been a long time since he'd eaten with someone else, not since his parents were no longer at home.