Chapter 1430: If you do not leave, I will not give up (38)

The two people feel very harmonious.
Yang Zimei's mood was even heavier.
Jiang Ziliang likes Sadako like this, I hope Sadako is all right, and she won't have to deal with her in the end.
Yang Zimei turned around in the yard, and eventually returned to Xuehu's room.
Snow Lake was actually sleeping again.
In the past, Xuehu, like her, hardly needed to sleep.
Now lethargy is really worrying.
Xuehu curled up on the bed, her black head bare.
Yang Zimei couldn't help but reach out and touch it again.
The scorched water was rubbed on her palm, which was not as severe as Xue Hu said before, saying that once she touched, she would also cause her skin to fester.
She touched her head in the morning, and that hand was fine.
Looking at the scorched water pouring from the lovely little head, Yang Zimei's heart was sad.
She didn't know if Xuehu would hurt like this.
He never showed it.
Now it ’s rotten like this, it does n’t hurt, it seems a little unlikely.
Yang Zimei took out the snow lotus ointment he had made, wiped it on his fingers, and gently stroked the scorched area on the head of Xuehu.
Maybe the snow lotus ointment was cold and comfortable, or maybe she touched with vigor, and the little wrinkled face that had fallen asleep in Xuehu gradually eased and slept more peacefully.
She also found that the scorched black water that had originally flowed out seemed to have stopped.
Is this ointment effective for her vitality?
Yang Zimei was very happy, and continued to inject vitality and apply ointment to the top of Xuehu's head.
Xuehu suddenly opened his eyes
When he saw Yang Zimei wiping his head constantly with his fingers, he hurriedly tilted his head, bouncing away, scaring her.
"Xuehu, come here, don't dodge, I will heal you."
Cried Yang Zimei.
Xuehu stretched out his small paw and touched his head, and found it was cool, and looked nervously at Yang Zimei's hand. "Girl, hurry and wash your hands!"
Yang Zimei stretched out his palm and smiled, "Don't be nervous, there is nothing at all."
Xuehu stared deadly at her tender white palm, as if afraid of blinking, black and dirty water would flow out of her hand.
After watching for a while, I found that there was no change in the skin on Yang Zimei's hand, and she let out a sigh of relief, walked in front of her, and naturally jumped into her arms, curled up.
Yang Zimei reached out and touched his head again, shouting, "Really, you don't have to worry about it."
"Still worried."
Xuehu's claws touched in her palm. "This is a trace left by Thor, not a normal scar."
"It may also be special to me. After you saved it day after day, your whole body was frozen, it was my tears that melted the ice." Yang Zimei said.
"Is this the case?"
Xuehu looked up at her, "What's the situation, let's hear it."
Yang Zimei said the situation that day.
After Xuehu listened, he put his little face on the palm of Yang Zimei, "It turns out your tears can warm me!"
"So, maybe I can help you heal the Thor's injury. You see, the water is not flowing."
Yang Zimei held him in front of the mirror and asked him to look after him.
Xuehu took a serious look for a while, and joy appeared on his face.
Although that was not good, it stopped the annoying black water from flowing out.