"Que'er, it's almost dawn, why don't you go back and rest? Grandpa promises you that your father will be fine." Mo Yuntian looked at Yue'er distressedly. It was not easy for the three of them during this time. .
"Grandpa, you're not tired." Su Yue wanted to guard her father, but Su Yue realized that she really had very little time to spend with her father.
"Yue'er, where are Qi'er and Xin'er?" Mu Xinyan walked over and asked.
immediately!
Su Yue told Mo Yuntian and Mu Xinyan about Qi'er, Xin'er and Murong Shaofeng accepting Qi'er as their adopted son.
What he didn't expect was that Murong Shaofeng actually accepted Qi'er as his adopted son. Did he want to be alone for the rest of his life
well!
Mo Yuntian sighed deeply, maybe this is his fate!
In this life, he has no marriage, and Feng Jueyin will not accept unfaithful love.
"Grandpa, when will my father wake up?" Su Yue looked at his father's haggard handsome face. He only cared about his own sadness, but forgot that his father was more sad than them.
"Grandpa clicked on his sleeping point and let him sleep all day and night. Your dad has been too tired recently." Mo Yuntian said, picking up Su Yue.
He said softly: "Yue'er, Jinghuai and Qingfeng are here. Your father will be fine. It's almost dawn. Grandpa will send you back to rest. You are growing now, so you can't delay your growth."
When Su Yue heard this, she bit her lip and nodded.
He glanced at his father lying on the bed with reluctance, feeling that he had nowhere to express the pain in his heart.
Seeing his father and mother sleeping like this, he always felt so uneasy in his heart.
Su Qi, who was also far away in Xingyue Kingdom, also felt restless when he got up early in the morning.
It seemed like something important was pulling away from his body.
After attending the morning court, Murong Shaofeng changed into a white robe and a white cloak, which blended in with the surrounding snowy scenery, making his temperament elegant and uncommonly handsome.
Su Qi also walked out of the house at this time, and he wanted to get some air.
His usually dandy eyes shone with a hint of melancholy and clear light. He, also dressed in a white robe, blended into the snowy scene, and his little figure exuded a soft and clean light like the bright moon in the sky.
"Qi'er, it's cold outside, go back inside!" Murong Shaofeng walked quickly to Su Qi.
Behind him, a series of elegant footprints were left in the snow.
"Father." Su Qi looked at Murong Shaofeng who was walking towards him with a smile.
In the palace, Murong Shaofeng asked Qi'er to call him father, and when he left the palace, he would call him foster father.
Su Qi did not refute and followed Murong Shaofeng's request.
He loved him more than he imagined.
"Father, if Qi'er is not cold, I know that my father will come to pick up Qi'er and eat delicious food. No, Qi'er has already come out to wait for my father."
Su Qi smiled, and all his sorrow was covered up under his smile.
He would cover up his desolate gaze with a smile.
"Qi'er is so filial." Murong Shaofeng walked over, picked up Su Qi, and gently tapped Su Qi's small nose with his long white fingers.
His fingers were warm, and Su Qi's cold heart gradually felt a touch of warmth.
"It's too cold. Father will take you and Xin'er to eat hot pot."
"Okay! Qi'er wants to eat hot pot! It tastes hot on this snowy day, and it feels really good!" Su Qi looked like she wanted it.
Maybe after eating, the uneasiness in his heart will disappear.