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Girls have never been so flustered.

The boy in front of him was lying on the ground, his whole body was hot, and the girl felt as if his skin was going to be burned when she touched his skin.

The wound on his abdomen was barely bandaged up by the girl with rags from her clothes.

This is not his first injury, but it is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury.

"Please, don't..." the girl begged softly.

She grabbed the clothes on her chest with her hands.

So sad.

My heart hurts.

Obviously her heart was still beating and her blood was still circulating, but she felt like she couldn't breathe.

It was as if someone grabbed her neck and gradually tightened it.

Her whole body was cold, only her eye sockets were hot, and something rolled down from them, almost scalding her cheeks.

What kind of emotion is this?

She doesn't understand.

So painful.

What if the person in front of him never wakes up again?She doesn't even want to imagine.

Is she... afraid?

So, is this such a painful emotion?

The girl knelt beside the boy, holding his hand carefully, not letting go for a moment.

The girl was awakened by the noise in the distance.

It's still raining, it doesn't seem to have stopped.

She looked at the boy's condition.

His forehead is not as hot as before, and the wound is no longer bleeding.

The girl had no time to feel at ease, she heard voices outside.

The group is back again.

The girl ran to the bed and peeked outside, someone was already walking here.

Running out of time.

The girl ran back to the boy and tried to move him into a corner.

The boy was still unconscious, which made the girl a little anxious.

"Don't make a sound even when you wake up."

"We must survive."

The girl gently hugged the boy, stood up cautiously, looked at his appearance, as if she could hope to imprint his appearance in her mind.

The girl turned and ran out of the ruins, not noticing that the boy seemed to be moving.

She rushed in front of the group of people, attracting everyone's attention.

The villains clamored for her.

In the heavy rain, the girl ran fast, feeling as if blood was gushing from her throat, and there was a fishy-sweet taste in her mouth.

However, the physical strength of a 12-year-old child is still far inferior to that of a group of adults.

When sticks and fists fell on her, she felt more cold than pain.

So cold.

Consciousness is gradually withdrawing, and her eyelids can't be opened.

The girl didn't know when the group of people stopped.

That period of time was like a short moment to the girl.

So cold.

It was colder than when I met Blue two years ago.

she thought vaguely.

Death is scarier than the girl imagined.

There is nothing more terrifying than not being able to control your body and mind.

Nothing is colder than that.

But she has no regrets out of fear.

Just some regrets.

The last thing she saw was a white skirt.

"poor child."

*****

The thrilling process was completely simplified by Grace.

"After distracting the group of people, I met Ivan and was picked up by him."

Grace teased Pudding and said lightly.

Bruce looked at her with a complicated look, knowing she was talking all this too lightly.

He still remembers what he said when he found the group of people again, beat the leader until he was paralyzed, and asked about Grace's whereabouts.

"Hey, cough...she was beaten to death by us, alive...poof!"

Bruce's next punch knocked out several of the man's teeth.

He also really failed to find Grace.

In the seven or eight years since then, he has never partnered with others for more than half a month.

Without absolute strength, only tragedy will be brewed.

"Is your adoptive father okay with you?" Bruce asked dryly.

He knew the question sounded silly.

Perhaps, no, it should be certain, the man named Ivan took good care of Grace, at least much better than him.

"He's fine," Grace's eyes showed some respect. "He's a doctor, and he's very gentle."

"But now that I'm older, I'm more nagging than before."

The seemingly complaining words actually revealed the deep relationship between Grace and her adoptive father.

Bruce frowned slightly, she seemed to be doing really well.

"And you? Are you okay?" Grace asked suddenly.

This caught Bruce a little off guard, and he couldn't answer this question at once.

A lifestyle that is absolutely deformed in the eyes of others is not a salvation for him.

Only he himself knows that he is just an ordinary person struggling on the verge of hell.

"It's okay." He replied, but the smile didn't reach the deepest point.

Grace saw this, and there was some worry in her eyes, but she didn't say much.

Let him rest?

This kind of words just stand and talk without back pain.

"When are you leaving?" Bruce changed the subject.

Grace didn't want to be too embarrassed, so she followed the trend: "You can leave anytime, you just have to buy two air tickets."

She wouldn't put pudding in the pet check.

"Then... come to dinner tonight?" Bruce coughed lightly, "I mean, come to Wayne's old house."

"Alfred wants to see you too."

To be honest, he didn't intend to do this at all.

But now that we have talked about it, it is better to talk about something in another place.

There is no guarantee of safety in this cottage.

Grace raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"If you promise to let the pudding go with you?" Grace lifted the briquettes on her knees and smiled innocently at Bruce.

"Meow~" Pudding grinned at Bruce.

Bruce thought about his damaged suit and what 'big things' were going to happen tonight.

*****

Pudding is much better than Bruce imagined.

Instead of scurrying about in Wayne's old house, it completely prostrated itself in the soft carpet of the living room.

Currently, Pudding is curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly.

Fortunately, the color of the carpet is not black, otherwise the pudding will be integrated with the carpet, and people may step on it if they are not careful.

Alfred expressed a warm welcome to Grace's arrival.

Especially after Bruce told him that Grace knew everything, he acted a little more relaxed.

Although the old housekeeper has long been proficient, it is still a matter of tense nerves to pretend.

"Please, Miss Grace."

What Alfred served was English black tea paired with Wayne's special cookies.

—and a small plate of... fruity lollipops.

Alfred noticed that Grace's expression suddenly became a little happier, and he finally understood why his master suddenly called him and asked him to buy some lollipops.

He also specifically asked him not to use the high-end customized ones, but to ask for the cheapest ones in supermarkets outside.

Alfred straightened up calmly, and glanced at his master.

Sure enough, Bruce avoided the old butler's probing eyes without leaving a trace.

"I have to admit, I'm starting to envy you," Grace said suddenly.

"Huh?" Bruce looked at him suspiciously.

"Because you can eat such delicious food every day," Grace pointed to the cookie, "You must know that the food Ivan cooks is really just edible."

She looked a little depressed.

Bruce laughed about it.

"I don't think Alfred would mind baking a little more for you to take home."

"Yes, Miss Grace." Alfred quickly answered.

"Really? Thank you." Grace politely thanked the old housekeeper.

"You're welcome, Miss Grace, I'm going to prepare dinner first."

With that said, Alfred left, leaving only Bruce and Grace in the living room again.

The two of them didn't deliberately talk about anything, they just stayed together quietly like many years ago.

You must know that for them, quiet and peaceful time is already rare.

Even now.

Suddenly, there were some chaotic footsteps at the door.

"Bu...?" Jason, who was wearing sportswear, stopped in his tracks, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the sudden addition of one person in the family.

"Who is this?" He saw that Grace looked pretty good, and thought it was another object of Bruce's play.

However, the old man has rarely brought people back to Wayne's old house recently?

Jason was full of doubts.

Before he could get an answer, a meow broke the silence at the scene.

"Cat, cat?!" Jason took two steps back stiffly.

Pudding looked at him, tilted his head and meowed again, trotted over and walked around Jason, rubbing his trousers.

Jason looked instantly stiffer.

"Pudin, come here." Grace immediately rescued him.

When Pudding heard her voice, he immediately ran over, lay on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek.

Grace smiled and patted her head.

"Jason, this is Grace Louisa...that is, the Crow from last night."

Bruce made sure Grace didn't mind being outed and introduced her to Jason.

Unexpectedly, Jason immediately made a vigilant attack posture.

"It's you!"

The woman shot Bruce solidly.

"Jason!" Bruce stopped.

"But!" Jason looked a little unconvinced.

Bruce frowned and explained, "That was just a misunderstanding."

"I'm sorry for hurting Bruce." Grace stood up, looking sincere.

Jason looked at her for a while, then snorted and walked away.

"Sorry, he has a bad temper," Bruce said.

However, Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she disagreed with his statement.

"Your son is so nervous about you, why don't you be happy?" She had nothing to say about Bruce's restraint and twist.

Bruce was told to shut up.

"Back then, you were much more honest with me." Grace sat down again and looked at him with her chin propped up.

"That's not the same," Bruce retorted unashamedly.

Grace took a cookie and continued, "Nothing different." She popped the cookie into her mouth.

Bruce remained silent, and Grace didn't even bother to talk to him.

The silence between the two lasted until dinner time.

Dick, who was far away in Bludhaven, also came back today, because Bruce said he would introduce someone to them.

But to be honest, when he saw Grace, his reaction was only slightly better than Jason's.

But he quickly restrained his emotions. He knew that people who could serve the table at Wayne's house, at least Bruce trusted.

But Jason was different, he looked at Grace with a gloomy expression.

"I really want my adoptive father to come and learn from Alfred."

After taking a few bites of the dish, Grace's 'jealousy' towards Bruce begins to double.

Where can I find such a versatile butler?

"Humph, of course Alfred is amazing." Jason seemed to be unwilling to make it easy for Grace.

Dick sat next to him and poked his brother without leaving a mark, signaling him to keep a low profile.

Didn't you see that the old man was a little unhappy?

"What are you doing!" Jason didn't receive any hint from Dick.

"God..." Dick whispered, just short of his forehead.

"Jason, I'm sorry for hurting your father," Grace put down the cutlery abruptly, "Honestly, if I knew Batman was Bruce, I would never have fired that shot."

The two of them wouldn't fight at all.

Perhaps Grace's attitude was too sincere, but Jason felt a little embarrassed instead.

He didn't answer either, and drank his soup in a muffled voice.

"Jason, I think Bruce should be very happy to see you care about him so much."

Grace decided to add fuel to the flames of the extremely twisted father and son.

"Huh?!" Jason raised his head suddenly, his face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or shyness.

"You and I," Jason panicked for a moment, then quickly sank his tone, "Let's play a game after dinner."

"You dare?"

The author has something to say: Ah Fu: If you don’t eat well, you will have no cookies for the next month

The frequent meetings with the bat family continue hhhhhh

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