"Achoo! Achoo!"
Siley brought his tail up to rub his nose, silently wondering if he had caught a cold, having sneezed continuously since morning.
"Brother Siley, are you sick?"
Oliver asked sluggishly. Siley hurriedly said: "I am not, probably just kitchen ash flying into my nose."
He used his tail to wrap around the meat skewer on the stove, holding a tube of boiled animal blood in his mouth to walk to the leaf bed. Catching the smell of bloody stench in the air, the purple-haired boy on the bed immediately grimaced, staring intently at Siley. Afterward, he discovered an additional deep wound on Siley's back.
Two streams of tears dripped from the purple eyes.
"Why are you crying again?! Be good, do not cry, I will find another way..."
Oliver shook his head: "You are injured again. I am sorry, I implicated you..."
