"Medicine? What is that?" Mu Yin looked at the dark liquid near his eyes with tears in his eyes, and asked in confusion.

"This is a medicine that can cure your illness. Drink it quickly, otherwise it will lose its effect when it is cold." Liu Feimeng urged.

Hearing this, Mu Yin looked dark and pushed open the medicine bowl, and said sadly and desperately: "Sister is dead. What does it matter if my illness is cured? Who will care about me? I don't want to drink it, so that I can get rid of my illness so that I can see my sister."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Apart from your sister Mulin, can't you notice that others care about you?" Hearing his words, Liu Feimeng couldn't help but feel a little angry, "Who in the entire Tiger Mercenary Group, and Mr. Qiu, aren't really caring about you?"

"I don't want the care of others. I just want my sister. I just want my sister. You won't understand the grief of losing the only relative. My sister is my only relative. We have been dependent on each other since childhood. She takes care of meticulously and tolerant and care from the bottom of my heart. I still clearly remember that when I was a child, my sister often drank water alone on hungry to fill my hunger in order to protect the food that I finally beg for, and in order to protect the food that I finally beg for, I was almost beaten to death by other beggars on the street corner. This kind of family affection cannot be replaced by Sister Qiu and the others, and it cannot be." Mu Yin cried.

"Of course I understand your feelings, because I have had such experiences like you." Liu Feimeng was silent for a while after hearing his words, and then suddenly said quietly. When Mu Yin heard this, he couldn't help but look up at her in surprise.

"It feels incredible." Liu Feimeng gave him a faint look and put the medicine on his lips. When he subconsciously drank the medicine, she slowly talked about her experience.

Mu Yin couldn't help but listen to the story told by Liu Feimeng. As the plot of the story went up and down, his emotions became sad and happy, and he unconsciously drank the medicine that Liu Feimeng gave him.

When he found out, the medicine in the bowl had already been seen, and Liu Feimeng had also finished telling the story. At this time, after listening to Liu Feimeng's story, he felt a little better. Thinking of his loss of composure just now, he couldn't help but blush with a pretty face. In an instant, the atmosphere became a little awkward and ambiguous.

After a while, Mu Yin looked at the strange woman who had successfully comforted him with a complex look with less than two days of knowing her, and asked quietly: "Are you saying all the truth? Or are these just stories you made up to comfort me?"

"I never make up stories, even to comfort people." Liu Feimeng stared at him with deep eyes and said seriously.

For some reason, when he heard her words, Mu Yin's grief of losing his only relative suddenly eased a lot. He was kind by nature and couldn't help but feel sad for Liu Feimeng's life experience that was even more bumpy than him. The eyes of Liu Feimeng couldn't help but feel a little heartache.

"I'm sorry, I reminded you of the sad past. Now you must feel uncomfortable, right?" He said with regret.

Liu Feimeng smiled faintly, "Those things have passed a long time ago. Now my mood has calmed down. There is nothing in the world that cannot cure sadness, because time is the best medicine." She said with some point of view.
Chapter completed!