Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588

Harold was silent for a while before he rubbed Crystal’s head in amusement. “Why are you so unlucky? Does it hurt?”

The peach was not big and did not fall from a very high place. It did not hurt much, but Crystal felt very wronged. “Is this about my luck? If you had not insisted on making a fuss, I would not have been smashed by the peach. At the end of the day, this is your fault.”

She was unreasonable. Harold paused and said, “Well, it’s my fault.”

He pushed Crystal’s hair aside and looked at her scalp. It was a little red, but it was not serious. However, Crystal took the opportunity to moan. “Blow on it for me. It hurts.”

Harold lowered his eyelashes and blew on her. Crystal continued, “Aren’t you going to coax me? When other kids are injured, their parents would coax them.”

She had never enjoyed this kind of treatment and had kept it in mind for many years.

Harold raised an eyebrow. “Am I your father or your mother?”

Crystal said, “You’re my fiance. Hurry up and coax me.”

Harold didn’t know how to handle a spoiled child. After thinking for a while, he still didn’t know what to do. After all, back then when he was still a child, no one coaxed him when he was injured. Crystal was a little disappointed and said, “Don’t you know how to do it? You should say, I’ll blow it for you and the pain will go away.”

Harold, “…”

Harold said seriously, “I can’t.”

Crystal said, “I can do it.”

“Then you should coax yourself,” Harold said. “I trust you.”

Crystal, “…”

Harold sighed and said, “As compensation for not knowing how to coax others, should carry you back?”

Harold asked, “What about now?”

Crystal laughed and said, “Now… aren’t you accompanying me?”

The sadness of the past seemed to disappear at this moment.

She raised her head and saw a large field of rice fields in the distance. She saw smoke rising from the chimneys of the staggered farmers and the verdant mountain in the distance.

She could feel the warmth of Harold’s body at this moment. If she compared her childhood to a mirror, the water would surge up, and the mirror would be covered with a thick layer of mist. She slowly reached out to wipe it, revealing the blue sky and white clouds beneath the mirror.

The gloom and boredom were like accumulated ashes. There was not a single trace left behind.

Her childhood was finally shining in her memory.