As soon as Yin Shaojie heard the cry, he felt that his heart was broken, and he felt very sorry for her.
He stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her softly on the forehead.
Mu Xiaoxiao seemed to be unable to control it anymore and burst into tears, just like a child who had lost everything, crying without reservation.
"Mom! Mom, I miss you so much, I really miss you so much! Uuuuuuu——"
She shed a lot of tears and soon wetted the material on his chest.
Listening to her mournful cries, Yin Shaojie's black eyes gradually became moist...
His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't know what to say to comfort her.
So he could only hug her tightly, give her warmth with his arms, kiss her cheek lightly with his thin lips, help her kiss away the tears, and slowly kiss her eyes.
Mu Xiaoxiao was crying and sniffing, and asked in a choked voice, "Yin, Yin Shaojie... Do you still remember my mother? Will you forget her... "
It has been three and a half years since her beloved mother left her and her father and left this world.
Sometimes she would think sadly, besides her and her father, who else would remember her mother
She doesn't want to forget her mother, but every time she thinks of her mother, her heart hurts so much that she is very conflicted and sometimes confused, not knowing whether she should miss her mother or not.
Yin Shaojie replied in a hoarse voice, "Of course not. Of course I remember Mother Mu and will not forget her."
"Never, never?" She cried uncomfortably and coughed a few times.
"Well, never."
He nodded and said what he meant.
This made Yin Shaojie couldn't help but recall Mama Mu. She was a very gentle and beautiful woman. He also remembered that Mama Mu was very good at cooking. When he was young, he went to Mu's house to play, and Mama Mu would give them two little ones. Make delicious and cute snacks.
So when he learned that Mu's mother passed away, he was also very sad. It was the first time he experienced the sadness caused by death. In fact, life is very fragile. When you die, there is nothing, and you will never see this person again.
Suddenly, Yin Shaojie recalled what happened today.
Lu Yichen was injured by a sharp weapon, and the wound was so long that he didn't know how long the knife was.
That person's target was Xiaoxiao. If Lu Yichen hadn't protected her, would the knife have been inserted into her body
Thinking of this terrible possibility, Yin Shaojie's arm around her tightened suddenly.
He felt his heart suddenly go cold, his blood drained out, and he couldn't help but feel cold.
"Yin Shaojie...it hurts so much when you hug me..."
Mu Xiaoxiao was made uncomfortable by his sudden tightening force and frowned in protest.
Her voice has become hoarse from crying. If she keeps crying like this, she will not be able to talk tomorrow.
Yin Shaojie took a few gentle breaths before feeling that his heart was no longer so tight.
He felt the person in his arms, she was still there, she was not hurt.
It seemed that after confirming this several times, he finally relaxed his tight breath.
"Stop crying, okay? You cry and make my heart go crazy." He said in a deep voice, once again wiping away her tears with his warm thin lips.
Mu Xiaoxiao slowly stopped crying, but because she had been crying for too long, her breathing was still twitching.
"Well, that's good." Yin Shaojie said, with a faint tenderness in his dark eyes.
(End of chapter)