I... Won’t Let You Get Hurt

In her previous life, she wished so much that Hua Jingzhi could praise her like he did to Hua Shuyue. But no matter how hard she tried, her Fourth Brother always despised her.

“When I was young, I always burned my hands when making food for him. But he just laughed at me and said I was too stupid. But if Hua Shuyue was slightly injured, he would run around all the medical halls in the capital with Third Brother and buy all the ointments back for her.”

Speaking of this, the tears on Hua Qianqian’s eyelashes fell down with a plop. Li Yuan saw the falling drops of tear but said nothing, just instinctively reaching out and wiping them away.

“Cry if you feel sad.”

“Who says I'm sad!” Hua Qianqian stubbornly pursed her lips. “I don’t care! In the future, I will make the ointment for myself if I get burned. I don’t care if they buy it for me!”

Although she said so, her expression while holding back tears was clearly aggrieved. No one became strong for no reason.