After changing the water once, Sun Mei managed to wash him clean. She then gave him a fresh set of clothes. He was finally presentable and no longer looked like a little beggar.
Afterward, she let him dry his hair by himself in the courtyard while she went to give Zhao Yu a bath.
Zhao Cheng sat quietly in the courtyard, wiping his hair. His eyes were red and swollen, with tears welling up.
Zhao Zhitong saw her eldest cousin, Zhao Cheng, sitting silently in the courtyard. He looked like he wanted to cry but was holding it back. She ran over to him and cooed in a childish voice, "Big brother, is the wound on your head hurting? Let me blow on it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."
As the little girl blew gently, Zhao Cheng felt a warmth surge through him. This made his eyes even redder, and he couldn't hold back his tears any longer.
Zhao Zhitong was startled. "Oh, big brother, what's wrong? Did I blow too hard?"
