She saw her ten-year-old self pulling on the back of the young doctor's white robe and standing stubbornly behind him so that no matter how hard he turned around, he couldn't catch her. It was the day of the operation. She ran out and hid for a long time, but was finally caught. And, as expected, he was caught.
"Hurry to the operating room! If you're late, I won't forgive you for crying."
What... You won't forgive me even if I cry.
The little girl gritted her teeth tightly. She stretched out her thin wrist and took off the pen pinned to Hitsugaya's chest, then looked around for paper. At this time, Hitsugaya stretched out his palm in front of her and said, "Just write it here."
At that time, Xia Li wrote something on it without hesitation, as if venting her anger. The place where the pen tip scratched quickly became red and swollen, but he didn't move.
[Ah, right. I remembered.
[My illness will be cured soon! You will be discharged from the hospital soon! ]
"Yeah, I think so too."
[From the past to the present, you will comfort me, smile at me, play some childish and boring games with me, and hold my hand when I am in pain——]
[So when the time comes, will my brother take me out to play? ]
"Okay."
You will find me when I am hiding, tell me not to be afraid when I am scared, and touch my hair gently——
"Don't be afraid. When your illness is over, my brother will take you out to play."
You are always the only one.
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