He is only about ten years old, although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, but the blows that these adults can't bear, come one after another.
Jimo An Ning, who forced herself to grow and stabilize overnight, was a little tired, and just wanted to sleep like this, and not wake up again.
But there is an invisible voice or feeling in the sea of consciousness, calling him all the time, even forcing him to wake up.
In the dark, it seemed that something had cut off the connection with his own blood, and the pain pierced his heart and lungs.
Let him clutch his chest, turn over and sit up all of a sudden, a gust of wind blows through, his whole body is chilly, only to realize that his clothes are already drenched in cold sweat.
Before he recovered from the pain, a friendly and familiar gentle voice sounded: "Xiaobao, are you awake?"
It's mother! It's my mother's voice!
Jimo An Ning froze, he actually heard his mother's voice, but was it a hallucination
But even if it was a hallucination, he couldn't help it anymore. Looking up, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face was looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of love and pity.
"Mother... Mother?" Jimo An Ning couldn't believe his eyes.
The hand under the quilt pinched himself hard, and tears burst out all at once.
It's not a hallucination, it's my mother who really came back.
She stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but timidly withdrew it, fearing that it was just a dream.
The admiration in his eyes, the longing for his mother and the fear of being hurt, all reflected in Huan Qingyan's eyes.
She felt a pain in her heart, this was her own blood, the person she was most sorry for.
She gave birth to him, but missed the initial upbringing. Although she tried her best to make up for it later, she was forced to return to the Yaozu. No matter what the reason was, she abandoned the child again.
Now, when this child sees himself, he can't believe it, which makes her heart ache.
Another thought, if he wakes up and knows that Jimo Ya is dead, he doesn't know what happened.
She couldn't help but burst into tears, and hugged Jimo An Ning into her arms: "Xiaobao... mother's Xiaobao... it's mother who is sorry for you..."
Until being hugged into that familiar embrace, that warm breath, and the unique smell of his mother, Jimo An Ning finally believed that his mother was back!
He seemed to be back in the beginning again, with his mother by his side, that brat who was still jumping up and down, crying and laughing when he wanted to.
He hugged Huan Qingyan's waist tightly, not daring to let go, "Mother... Xiaobao thought you didn't want me... Mother, don't leave Xiaobao alone, Xiaobao is afraid..." After Jimo An Ning relaxed, a little There is no image, and while crying loudly, he still wants to seek the guarantee of Huan Qingyan.
Huan Qingyan felt extremely guilty, and quickly swore that she would never leave him alone again, and then she stabilized Xiaobao's mood.
When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at the skirt of his mother's chest that was covered with snot and tears from his own crying, and then rubbed his red, swollen and sore eyes, finally showing a little bit of embarrassment.
The eyes looked around the room, and it looked familiar. It seemed to be the decoration model of the Holy Court? Could it be that he is in the holy courtyard with his mother now
Why didn't you see your father
Could it be that mother hasn't forgiven father yet
Jimo An Ning rolled his eyes, and timidly pulled Huan's hand, "Mother, where's dad?"
Huan Qingyan's hand froze, sighed, and took Xiaobao's hand backhand.