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Today is little Jingkong's fifth birthday, if indeed he was born on New Year's Eve.
A child of five years to have such courage is already very brave.
"Fighting hurts," Gu Jiao said, "it causes bleeding and injuries."
Jingkong's expression suddenly became tense, "Then... have you been hurt, Jiaojiao?"
Gu Jiao was at a loss for words.
I meant to scare you off, why are you so concerned about me?
A warm current flowed through the bottom of Gu Jiao's heart.
It was a feeling she had not experienced in her previous life but had felt often since coming here.
Gu Jiao touched his little head, and with a smile, shook her head in the face of his bewildered and helpless gaze: "I wasn't hurt."
"Whew~"
Jingkong let out a long sigh of relief, then patted his little chest, saying manfully, "I'm not afraid of pain, and I'm not afraid of getting hurt or bleeding!"
The only thing I fear is not having Jiaojiao.
He lowered his head, his little fingers intertwining.