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As for Jiang Muliu's father, since he married the rich daughter, he never contacted Jiang Muliu's mother again, and ruthlessly severed all ties with her, even the news of her death, he may not have known yet.

Speaking of all this, Jiang Muliu looked extremely sad. Even though he tried his best to hide the hatred and resentment in his heart, his pure black eyes with a slight red light had already betrayed him.

"I really hate that man. The selfish and cold-blooded man who indirectly killed my mother." Jiang Muliu said with a firm tone.

After hearing Jiang Muliu's story about her life experience, Han Xiaotu's nose felt sore unconsciously.

It is conceivable that Jiang Muliu will develop such a cold and indifferent personality, which is more or less related to his childhood experience.

He has a single parent and unmarried mother, who was ridiculed for being poor and a bastard without a father. Over time, there was a huge gap in his heart, where all his fragility and inferiority were hidden, even if he pretended to be strong on the outside , and then indifferent.

Subconsciously, Han Xiaotu reached out and gently hugged Jiang Muliu who was stuck in the memory.

I don't have any other feelings, I just want to warm this sad boy and give this lonely and brave child a little comfort.

Feeling Han Xiaotu's movements, Jiang Muliu was stunned unconsciously. He was not used to being approached and touched by others, but this time, he didn't push Han Xiaotu away, but let her hold her.

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Because Jiang Muliu injured his right shoulder, his right hand can hardly move now. Naturally, Han Xiaotu began to take care of Jiang Muliu's daily diet.

Knowing that black fish can astringe and speed up the healing of wounds, Han Xiaotu went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy a large black fish, and wanted to make fish soup for Jiang Muliu.

When Han Xiaotu came back from shopping, Jiang Muliu was still asleep inside.Because of Jiang Muliu's injury, Han Xiaotu offered to sleep on the sofa by himself and let Jiang Muliu sleep back in his own bed.

After working all morning, at noon, Han Xiaotu finally boiled the fragrant black fish soup.

Put it into a soup bowl, put the spoon away, and Han Xiaotu brought the fish soup to the bedroom.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that Jiang Muliu had sat up, Han Xiaotu went directly to put the fish soup on the bedside table.

"I made black fish soup, I heard it's good for wounds, drink it and see."

"Thank you." Jiang Muliu didn't expect Han Xiaotu to cook soup to take care of herself. Jiang Muliu's expressionless face flashed a hint of gratitude.

"No need!" Han Xiaotu replied, then picked up the soup bowl and handed it to Jiang Muliu, "Quickly try—"

"..." Jiang Muliu stretched out his working left hand and took the bowl, as if he couldn't use a spoon anymore.

"Puchi—" Han Xiaotu laughed unconsciously, "I even forgot that you can't move your hands, let me feed you."

Saying that, Han Xiaotu immediately took back the bowl in Jiang Muliu's hand, scooped up a spoonful of fish soup, and brought it to Jiang Muliu's mouth.

Jiang Muliu paused, and then finally drank the fish soup without hesitation.

"It's delicious." Jiang Muliu raised his head, his pure black eyes flickered.

"Well, I'll cook chicken soup for you tomorrow, it should be very nourishing, right?"

While feeding Jiang Muliu, Han Xiaotu spoke with a natural tone, as if she no longer regarded Jiang Muliu as a stranger.