I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Xin Meier tilted his head and said gently, "People tend to panic when they have a cold."

Flillian was lying on the bed, and she could see the worry in his eyes.

[What a gentle hero. ]

[I knock, I knock, I knock! ]

As if he thought of something, Xin Meier closed his eyes and said, "My mother who died early would hold my hand like this."

"For some reason, I will calm down."

Flillian was lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed and sweating, watching Xin Meier holding her hand beside the bed, smiling and telling him about his mother in the past.

"Is this something you did when you were a child?"

Xin Meier closed his eyes and said gently, "It's not just children who need spiritual support."

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Fulillian, and asked, "Does it feel good?"

Flillian was lying on the bed panting, and after hearing this, she thought for a while, "Well..."

"Maybe it's not bad..."

She closed her eyes and felt the warmth from her hand.

She also felt a sense of relief for some reason.

[One move passed down for three generations. ]

["I feel soft-hearted when I think of their journey full of tenderness..."]

[Isn't this a kind of inheritance? ]

"I am also handsome for caring about you, right?" Xin Meier asked immediately.

There was a teasing tone in his voice.

"Shut up..." Fulilian said weakly, laughing and complaining.

[Every time I want to cry, I don't want to cry when I see the hero's narcissism. ]

[I have to open the screen every time hhhhh. ]

'Click--' the wooden door opened.

Haita opened the door and walked in with Aize holding a wooden basin on his head.

"The medicine is ready."

[I didn't expect that elves would get sick. ]

[Aize is wearing a bowl holder on his head? ]

[It must be great to feel that the whole team cares about you when you are sick. 】

【Xin Meier never proclaimed love, never used love to imprison others, just like the silent fireworks in the sky, but always clears up for those who deserve it. 】

Thinking of this.

Fulilian stood under the icicle cherry tree and told Shutark what the brave Xin Meier had done before.

Shutark looked up and looked at this beautiful scene. Hearing Fulilian's words, he smiled and said, "Firen felt embarrassed, probably because I was there too."

"She didn't want to be seen by others, her coquettish look."

After hearing this, Fulilian smiled, "Thank you, Shutark."

She looked at Shutark, "I will do what I think."

Flilian understood herself. Apart from the brave Xin Meier and others, the only human she had come into contact with was Philen.

She didn't know how to make people feel comfortable.

But she would learn to understand.

【Shutark actually understood that Philen was embarrassed to let him see her coquettish look. It's time to get it! ]

[Tomato, you finally got it! ]

[Tomato's emotions are really delicate. ]

[Xiutark must have noticed that when Philen shyly pushed Fulilian away, Fulilian was a little disappointed. ]

"As a return gift, if you catch a cold, I will also hold your hand." Fulilian said this.

Then he walked towards the icicle cherry tree.

Xiutark looked at Fulilian, "I don't want it, it's so embarrassing."

[Xin Meier: I want it! Don't give it to that kid! ]

Fulilian walked up the higher slope under the tree, with her hands open to control her balance.

"Okay, let's pick mushrooms."

Under the icicle cherry tree, there are many snow-white mushrooms. The mushrooms are snow-white and have blue refraction.

If you don't look closely, you will definitely not recognize these mushrooms.

"I pull... Hey."

Fulilian held the mushrooms and raised them to the top of her head.

The size of this mushroom is bigger than her two heads.

"It's bigger than I thought, so scary." Hugh Tark was surprised when he saw the size of this snow-white and translucent mushroom.

[Little Fufu picking mushrooms~]

Soon, they returned to the family that settled Philen.

Fulilian stood in front of a large pot with a green glow, and kept adding things to it with both hands.

"Then add other ingredients."

"Stir well..." As she spoke, Fulilian took a wooden stick and stirred in the huge pot.

At the same time, the green light shone on her face.

[Stir, stir... Weird. ]

[Isn't this making poison? ]

[Pour... to...]

Fulilian stood on the stump, stirring the juice in the pot, and there was a flame burning below.

Seeing this scene.

Hugh Tark was a little panicked, sweat oozing from his forehead, "Like a witch, scary."

Finally.

Fulilian held a bowl of off-white paste and scooped a spoonful of it."Open your mouth, Philen."

Philen opened her mouth obediently, and Fulilian gently fed her the medicine.

Outside.

Hugh Tark was helping in the cowshed, using both hands to milk the cows.

"You are very skilled, you helped a lot." The woman behind him turned around and praised with a smile.

Hugh Tark smiled, "Hehe, really?"

[Why are you so skilled (doge)]

Inside the hut.

Fulilian held Philen's hand with both hands, "Don't worry, you will get better soon."

Philen lay on the bed, the blush on her cheeks had not yet gone, "Ms. Fulilian..."

"I'm not a child anymore..."

Fulilian nodded, "I know."

She looked at Philen with a gentle look in her eyes and emphasized again, "I know."

Philen looked at Fulilian with some surprise, and then smiled.

Knowing that this was Fulilian's kindness.

She didn't say anything else.

The camera freezes on the two people's clasped hands.

[Fufu has really become much prettier and gentler. ]

[It feels like decades later, holding hands that have gone through years, Philen is still smiling like this, just like when he was a child. ]

[So warm. ]

The scene changes.

Outside the small house, Fulilian and the other two turned around, and the woman waved at them.

"Be sure to take care of your health on the road."

Philen has recovered. Hearing the woman's concern and instructions, she smiled and said, "Thank you very much!"

Hugh Tark turned around with a smile, "You look much better."

Philen turned around and said with a smile, "This is all thanks to Ms. Fulilian and Mr. Hugh Tark."

"And Mr. Zain's notes."

Philen turned around and looked at the house and continued, "And the owner of that house is also very kind and enthusiastic."

Fulilian smiled at Philen, turned around and walked forward: "Okay, then we will..."

"Let's go to the magic city, Visast."