The delicate heartthrob is a black lotus

Zong Yu was shocked.

Although Grandma doesn't have much role, she is the spiritual pillar of Yu Wanzhou, why is she gone?

He looked at the delicate yet strong little white flower holding the clay pot, and his heart was in a mess, which completely disrupted his plan.

The chattering voice in his ear made him very unhappy, so he interrupted Zong Chi's conversation in a cold voice: "Apologize."

As soon as Zong Yu said this, both eyes looked at him.

Yu Wanzhou felt that her gaze was too obvious, so she narrowed her eyes slightly.

But Zong Chi looked at Zong Yu in disbelief, pointed at Yu Wanzhou who was standing aside with disdain, and said, "Brother, do you want me to apologize to him?"

Zong Yu didn't speak, and frowned at Zong Chi who looked like he had eaten Xiang, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was obvious.

"Brother, obviously he hit me."

Zong Yu looked at that round face, and said in a cold voice without any emotion: "First of all, I am not your brother, you are just an illegitimate child."

Sure enough, as soon as these words were uttered, Zong Chi's face seemed to open a dyeing workshop, with colorful and various changes.

Zong Yu raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a black cloud in the cold phoenix eyes: "Finally, I apologize."

Zong Chi swallowed hard as he looked at the black eyes that were so deep that they could not see the bottom. He only felt that it was like the calm before the storm. He clenched his fists, suppressed the shame and anger in his eyes, and turned to Yu Wanzhou said quickly, "I'm sorry."

Without waiting for others to react, he left angrily.

At this time, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in Zong Yu's mind.

[Host, when Zong Chi passed by your side, the hatred value suddenly soared, please pay attention to him. 】But Zong Yu's focus fell on other places.

"Can you still perceive other people's emotions?"

【Sometimes yes. 】The system suddenly became embarrassed.

"Then check how Yu Wanzhou is feeling now."

Why did he just stand there blankly, neither crying nor fussing, it was so quiet that he was a little flustered.

[Sorry, this is not within the scope of authority. 】

Zong Yu: ...

Knowing what Zong Yu wanted to ask, the system took the initiative to explain: [Yu Wanzhou's grandma died two nights before you came here, the cause of death was myocardial infarction. ] Such a coincidence?

Zong Yu always felt that this had something to do with his arrival, and felt a little more guilty towards Yu Wanzhou in his heart.

He licked his parched lips, racked his brains to say something comforting, and finally asked dryly, "Do you need help?"

Yu Wanzhou didn't speak, but just hugged the clay pot tightly, staring at Zong Yu who was talking to him without blinking. The indifferent expression on his face made Zong Yu feel very strange.

Even the sunlight shone on him, as if he was cut off from the temperature.

Zong Yu was so stared at, he saw that the lawn behind Yu Wanzhou had been dug when he came, so he took the initiative to walk over to collect the mud that had been shoveled around the small hole.

He looked up at Yu Wanzhou who had been standing by the side watching him.

"You can put it in."

He knew that grandma was very important to Yu Wanzhou. Since Yu Wanzhou came to the clan, she had been taking good care of Yu Wanzhou, so Yu Wanzhou regarded grandma as the light in his life.

Otherwise, Yu Wanzhou wouldn't have compromised like this in the original text, making it easier for that scumbag.

But he remembered that after his grandmother died, Yu Wanzhou had serious mental problems and committed suicide by jumping off a building not long after.

Therefore, he was very worried about Yu Wanzhou's current mental state.

Just when Zong Yu's neck was sore, a shadow fell, Yu Wanzhou squatted opposite him, carefully put the clay pot in his arms into the pit, and buried it in the soil without saying a word.

Zong Yu looked at the gauze in Yu Wanzhou's hand, which was speckled with blood and mud, opened his mouth and finally said nothing, and helped Yu Wanzhou bury the soil.

He couldn't empathize, and it was useless to say anything.

Finally, he picked a white iris flower and placed it next to the buried mound.

He knew that Yu Wanzhou liked white irises because Grandma liked them.

Sure enough, Yu Wanzhou looked up at him, Zong Yu smiled at him, and the two fell into silence again.

Just when he was about to get cancer from embarrassment, Yu Wanzhou said thank you.

The sound is very light and shallow, as if the wind blows and it disperses.

Zong Yu was overjoyed, this was the first time Yu Wanzhou took the initiative to talk to him, he immediately became more confident, and said directly what was in his heart.

"In the future, I will protect you instead."

Yu Wanzhou raised her eyes to look at Zong Yu's starry eyes, as if her heart was slightly scratched by something.

He didn't speak, turned and left.

He didn't want to test the person in front of him anymore, because he was afraid.

Zong Yu looked at Yu Wanzhou who was not responding at all, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

No, he is so sincere. Under normal circumstances, the protagonist of Little White Flower should be somewhat moved.

But worried about the injury on Yu Wanzhou's hand, he still chased after him, and had to help Yu Wanzhou bandage the wound himself.

He dare not talk about other skills, but he is quite good at bandaging wounds, after all, he also suffered a lot of injuries in fights.

Seeing that Yu Wanzhou didn't want him to enter Grandma's room, Zong Yu pulled him to the side utility room to treat the wound.

Yu Wanzhou was unbelievably quiet throughout the whole process, except for the occasional sound of breathing and the phrase "pain" in the infirmary before, she really never yelled again.

Zong Yu always felt that this situation was obviously wrong, so he tried to communicate: "Speak out when it hurts, don't hold back, I won't laugh at you."

However, the answer to him is always an impeccable "um".

Zong Yu sighed heavily, suddenly feeling helpless.

When facing Yu Wanzhou, his temper is always so good that he can't even describe it, it's really strange.

If he wanted to leave it with someone else, he would have beaten him up long ago.

Also a big head ghost.

After tying a beautiful knot, Zong Yu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and gave a few more instructions.

"Try not to let the wound open again, and ask me for help if you encounter any inconvenience."

Yu Wanzhou looked away and responded softly.

Zong Yu took advantage of the situation and sent out a dinner invitation: "Let's have dinner together."

Yu Wanzhou froze and opened her mouth to say something, but seeing Zong Yu's expectant eyes, she finally closed her mouth tightly, quietly followed Zong Yu, and secretly straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes.