A voice in his heart screamed in grief.
I really want to leave with her like this.
Without her in this world, everything becomes meaningless.
He was separated from her five years ago, which already made him miserable. Who would have thought that he would say goodbye to her five years later.
He couldn't bear the pain anymore.
He squeezed her hand tightly and looked at her peaceful sleeping face with blurry eyes. He really wanted to question her loudly. She just left him like this, but did she have any attachment to him? If she really had, how could she be willing to leave him!
Does she know the deep pain he feels!
He held her tightly in his arms, unable to feel anything around him anymore.
Until a milky voice sounded.
"Get out of the way, all of you, get out of my way! I'm looking for mother, mother, mother! Where are you?"
Mo Chuan raised his head blankly, and a small body fell on her, shaking her cold body in vain.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you asleep? Why are you ignoring Ling'er? Wake up, don't you want Ling'er anymore?"
Shen Ling's childish eyes were wide open, but there were no tears in them.
He didn't believe that his mother, who had been with him for five years, died.
My little heart never knew what death was.
He thought his mother was asleep.
"Mother, are you angry with Ling'er? Ling'er hasn't gone home these days. He is at the master's house. Ling'er has always been thinking about mother. Mother, don't be angry with Ling'er, okay? Can you open your eyes and look at Ling'er? Mother, Ling'er promises to listen to you in the future. I will listen to mother in everything. I will never eat sweets, sugar triangles, or sweet-scented osmanthus again. Damn it, Ling'er will never have a toothache to make you angry, mother, mother, mother..."
The childish voices made Mo Chuan's heart break.
He took Shen Ling'er's little body and held her tightly in his arms, tears rolling down his cheeks.
He had a son, but lost his wife, and his son lost his mother!
"Ling'er..." His throat was choked and he couldn't spit out a word.
Shen Ling'er pushed him with her hand and shouted: "Mother, Ling'er promises you that she will never look for a father again. It's enough for Ling'er to have a mother. Ling'er doesn't want a father anymore. Mother, mother!" "
Mo Chuan closed his eyes, his heart pounding, and he pressed Shen Ling'er's little head into his arms.
His voice came out heavy from his chest.
"Your mother... she is asleep, let her sleep well, don't wake her up, she will be unhappy."
Shen Ling'er immediately shut her mouth, his round eyes filled with confusion as if he didn't understand the world.
Those eyes made Mo Chuan's heart break into pieces.
He covered his son's eyes, unable to bear to see or hear any more.
His fingers landed on Ling'er's sleeping point.
Shen Linger closed her eyes.
"Take care of him and get him out of here."
Mo Chuan handed Shen Ling'er to Zhui Feng, who held Shen Ling'er with stiff arms. He glanced at the lifeless Shen Ning in Mo Chuan's arms and moved his lips slightly, but could not speak.
He thought of Xiaoru who had been waiting for his master for five years in the capital. Until now, she was still loyally guarding Shen's house, waiting for his master to return.
She always believed that her master would come back.
If she knew that her master had passed away and would never come back...
Zhui Feng shivered violently and did not dare to think about it any more.
He hugged Shen Linger and left.
Mo Chuan's hand gently fell on the hair of the girl in his arms. Her hair was still as soft and smooth as silk satin.
His expression became very calm.