Chapter 12

"Take my clothes in and you all go out!"

Feng Qianwei woke up. She is still very weak, but she is obviously much better.

"Yes, miss."

When Ning Cui saw her wake up, she nodded happily and immediately went to get clean clothes.

Feng Qianwei changes into clean clothes. Because Ning Cui brings her pajamas, it's not complicated. She can wear them after taking a look at the style.

"Young lady, I'll help you to rest in bed."

When Ning Cui saw her coming out from behind the screen, she came forward to hold her and added a cloak to her by the way.

After Feng Qianwei lay down, Ning Cui wiped her hair with a dry cloth.

Hearing the news that she woke up, several people waiting outside were relieved.

"Wei'er, you should rest assured and have a good rest. Your mother will find out the person who hurt you."

Bai Suqing goes to the bed and holds Feng Qianwei's hand. Her eyes are full of love.

"Yes."

Feng Qianwei nodded and looked at her concerned eyes with a warm heart.

It turns out that my mother cares. It's so warm!

"Vera, don't be afraid! Even if Grandpa is old, as long as he hasn't been buried, this old bone will protect you."

Master Feng said with a loving face.

Feng Qianwei's face showed a shallow smile, bright and warm, like the sun outside the window.

Feng Jiumu didn't speak, but looked at her silently. When he saw that his sister was fine, he was satisfied.

They knew that Feng Qianwei needed a rest. They didn't bother her here. They told Ning Cui to take care of her, so they left the room.

After they left, Feng Qianwei lay in bed to rest.

The crystal beads on her neck glittered faintly.

"Eh? Why is this crystal bead here?"

Feng Qianwei was surprised to find that she was wearing this crystal bead.

"It was clearly worn by me since I was a child."

She took off her necklace and looked at the crystal bead carefully. She wore it when she was an orphan.

She was wondering if it had anything to do with her life experience?

She will not mistake this crystal bead. There is a beautiful string moon in it, full of roses.

"No! There's one more thing in it."

She suddenly found that there was something more in the crystal beads except what she was familiar with.

She drew the crystal bead closer and saw the picture clearly.

"It's a little milk dog!"

She stared at the little white milk dog. Suddenly, the sleeping milk dog opened his eyes.

Dripping big eyes, like two beautiful obsidian.

Her appearance was reflected in its eyes, as if she was the only one in the world.

"Woof!"

She was stunned for a moment when she heard this crisp dog barking. Did she have an auditory hallucination?

She rubbed her eyes and saw that the little white velvet suckling dog was happily wagging its tail at her, and the little claws were raised hard to make a move to jump on her.

"Did it think of it?"

When Feng Qianwei thought about whether she could let it out, a small white hairball rolled into her arms. It was so cute that people had no resistance.

The little suckling dog licked her cheek happily with its tender little tongue, and its little tail kept swinging.

"Does this little guy always live in that crystal bead?"

She held a small milk dog with a palm in her hand, and a gentle color appeared at the bottom of her eyes.

Is it always with her in the beads? She just didn't find out.

Although the idea was absurd, she felt her intuition was right.

She felt that the little guy was very kind. She reached out and gently touched his head, and he skillfully nestled in her arms.

"Will you follow me?"

She asked, wondering if it could understand.

The little suckling dog licked the back of her hand, wagged its tail happily, and its shiny round eyes were full of children's admiration and dependence.

Its eyes seemed to say that she was everything to it and the world to it.

"I'll raise you later! You look like a small snowball. I'll call you a small snowball later!"

Snow ball heard the speech and nodded skillfully, full of spirituality.