At night, the lights of Jiangcheng are mesmerizing, and the high-rise buildings are reflected in the colorful lights.

An Xiang didn't expect that it would be so late today, and it would be too late to go back and make dinner now. She was afraid of starving her children, so she led An Zimo to randomly choose a restaurant and sit down.

The environment in the restaurant is quiet, the decoration is elegant, and the prices on the menu are shocking. In the past, An would have wanted to get up and leave without saying a word, but now...

She raised her eyes to look at An Zimo, endured the pain and ordered a few dishes, then returned the menu to the waiter, picked up the tea cup and slowly sipped the fragrant scented tea.

It was probably lunch time, and more and more people were dining.

Sitting next to them was a family of three. The child was almost the same age as An Zimo. He was smiling sweetly in his mother's arms and acting coquettishly. The picture was beautiful and harmonious.

An Xiang couldn't help but be envious. She never had anything to say when she was with An Zimo. She talked to herself most of the time. Her son didn't like to talk and hated her as a mother. Maybe she would never be able to wait for her son to act coquettishly with her in this life.

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"Mo Mo, are you willing to go to kindergarten?" An Xiang brushed away her disappointment and looked at An Zimo across the table with gentle eyes.

He held his face with his two little hands, and the light danced and rippled in his dark pupils, making them a little warm. However, his expression was still cold, and he stared at the reflection on the window without saying anything.

"There will be many children in the kindergarten, so you won't be lonely. If you are willing, mom can..."

Before she finished speaking, the waiter who came to serve the food interrupted her.

An Xiang sighed and could only end the topic for the time being.

"Mo Mo, let's eat first." An Xiang put the small spoon in his hand, and when she saw him starting to eat, she slowly picked up the chopsticks.

The two of them were dining quietly when a few footsteps came from not far away.

"Mr. An, please come this way."

install?

An Xiang tightened his fingers and couldn't help but look up.

Even though they were only a few feet apart, those eyebrows and eyes were familiar enough to be engraved in the soul.

His expression was gentle and as polite as he remembered.

An Yanze.

Her cousin.

The noisy people around him disappeared instantly, An Xiang's breath froze, and he followed the figure away, his expression suddenly in a trance.

This is the first time An Xiang has seen his own people in the four years since he came to this body. They are obviously in the same world and the same city, but they have never had any contact with each other. Today is the first time.

She never thought she would see them again.

The figure did not notice her presence for the time being, and slowly disappeared into the corridor with the waiter.

An wanted to look back, but she had no appetite when looking at the sumptuous dinner in front of her.

She put down her chopsticks, leaned against the back of her chair and looked out the window. The face reflected on the glass window was pale and lifeless, and the dusty memories suddenly came to life.

The An family is a pure-blood family. An thinks there are five cousins ​​in her, four of them enjoy teasing her, and An Yanze is the only one who treats her best.

He won't catch snakes to scare her; he won't insult her with words, and he won't throw mud on her.

Every time An Yanze wanted to be locked up during a banquet, it was An Yanze who secretly brought food.

Anxiang has never had warmth in her life. The sun goes against her, and she is destined to live by sucking the night.

She has no regrets about her death, nor has she ever regretted giving up her identity as a vampire and becoming a small human being. She just occasionally wonders if anyone remembers her and whether they ever felt sorry for her when they saw the tower.

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An Xiang never moved his chopsticks, and his unprecedented depression caught An Zimo's attention.

"Hey." He couldn't help calling her.

An wanted to come back to her senses, but An Zimo's appearance became blurry. She lowered her head and wiped her face carelessly, wiping away the tears with her hand.

An Zimo frowned: "Are you crying?"

"I didn't, I didn't cry anymore." An Xiang covered her eyes tightly, not wanting her son to see her embarrassment, but she couldn't help crying, "...I'm just a little sad."

sad?

What's there to be sad about?

For An Zimo, who doesn't understand the meaning of joy and sorrow, any crying or laughing is just inexplicable noise in his eyes.

An Zimo bit his spoon and silently turned up Shi Yin's mind-reading ability.

[I am a strong adult and cannot cry.]

[My son will laugh when he sees it.]

[Can’t let my son worry.]

[But wuwuwuwuwu...]

It's really noisy.

In addition to An Xiang's inner cries, the voices of other people within a half-meter radius also came.

Distraught, he muted the mind-reading device again.

"Okay, I'm going to kindergarten."

Why??

An Xiang stopped crying suddenly, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at An Zimo in disbelief.

He had eaten and drank enough, his calves were shaking, and his face was full of nonchalance.

"It will be very annoying to hear you cry every day."

There was deep disgust in his tone.

An Xiang hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe away her tears. Her usually soft and waxy voice became dull from crying, "Mom doesn't cry every day."

She just occasionally... cries a little bit.

but……

"Momo, do you feel sorry for your mother when she cries?"

An Zimo didn't expect her to say that suddenly, his eyes jumped, and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, those sparkling peach blossom eyes were full of expectations, misty with tears, shining brightly, and looked at him without blinking their eyelashes.

An Zimo suddenly felt suffocated under such intense gaze.

Feeling distressed?

What a joke.

He doesn't have a heart disease, so I feel really bad.

In his previous life, he and his mother were at odds with each other. He only had an impression of her being irritable and violent, and he had never seen her show weakness. The butterfly effect is indeed a magical thing, and it can turn her into such a strange, inexplicable person.

character.

But no matter what she becomes, she is still the person An Zimo hates the most, and this will never change.

"I knew that Mo Mo just didn't like to talk, but he was still very gentle at heart." An Xiang's heart that was originally sad because of her original family was healed at this moment.

Maybe her baby Mo Mo is not stupid, but is too naive to talk much. In fact, he is gentler and more sensible than any other child at heart.

"It's okay if you don't want to go to kindergarten. Mom can teach you." An Xiang didn't really want her son to go to kindergarten. It was nice to have children to play with, but it would be troublesome if he was bullied and caused psychological trauma.

She, she can teach even if she works hard!

Can my mother teach me?

Are you serious?

The corners of An Zimo's lips turned downward, his disdain clearly written on his face.

Of course he didn't want to go to kindergarten, but he also didn't want to stay with this annoying face every day. During the period when he had not figured out how to leave his family, An Zimo would rather eat in the kindergarten and wait to die.

"I'm going to do it, I want to do it."

"Okay." Seeing that he was insistent, An Xiang did not stop him anymore, "Then mommy will go back and consult carefully, and try to help you choose the best kindergarten."

Their family lives in a remote place, and there are no schools nearby. They can only find one around the city, preferably near a milk tea shop, so that it is convenient to pick up and drop off. If there is really no suitable one... then they can only move.

An Xiang decided to do a detailed search on the Internet when she went back today. It was related to her son's future. There was no need to rush and she had to be cautious.

After eating well and drinking enough, An Xiang carried her bag in her left hand and her son in her right hand, and went to the front desk to pay.

"Total 588, this is your receipt, please keep it."

An wanted to take the ticket and was about to leave when her forearm was tightly held by a big hand.

"Think about it?"

The other person's voice was full of surprise.

An Xiang's body stiffened, she didn't expect to meet him here by such a coincidence.

She pursed her lips, forced her head back calmly, and met those surprised eyes without hesitation.

An Yanze has not changed much from a few years ago. He is as outstanding, handsome and eye-catching as ever. She held An Zimo's hand and tightened slightly, pretending to look at him strangely.

"Brother Ze, you have recognized the wrong person." At this time, two tall young men approached from behind to break the stalemate. One of them lowered his eyes and glanced at An Xiang with disdain, then slowly retracted, "How could she be."

"...Yes, how could she be?" An Yanze's Adam's apple rolled and his lips murmured. He was in a daze for a few seconds. He let go of his hand as if reluctant to leave, took two small steps back to shorten the distance, lowered his neck and whispered to An Yanze.

Apologizing, "I'm sorry, you and my sister look a bit alike. I couldn't help but mistake you for her. I thought..."

Brother Ze remembers her.

This thought flashed past, causing An Xiang's heart to throb.

Brother Ze remembers her, maybe only Brother Ze really still misses her.

Her eyes began to sore again, and she couldn't help lowering her eyelids to cover the expression in her eyes, and silently picked up An Zimo and walked out of the restaurant.

"Brother Ze, you are serious, how can you admit the wrong person so easily."

"But she really looks like that trash."

"Speaking of which, that loser is still lying on the hospital bed. Why didn't he just die..."

The conversation between the two reached An Xiang's ears word for word, and their voices became fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

An Xiang's face was calm and pale. She stopped the car and got in, silently staring at the scenery passing by outside the window.

The system says that the death of this body is inevitable.

But now...

An Xiang suddenly didn't want to die. In fact, it was good to become a human like this, not to have anything to do with the family, and she didn't want to see those faces appear in front of her again.

In the quiet car, small and even breaths echoed in the ears.

An Zimo fell asleep at some point, his little head leaning against the car glass, his eyebrows twisted, his expression fierce and uneasy.

Momo.

Her ink.

An Xiang slowly approached and carefully held An Zimo in his arms.

He smacked his lips and buried his face in An Xiang's arms. His sleeping face was clean and beautiful, so cute that An Xiang couldn't help but want to kiss him.

She lowered her head and gently touched the boy's eyelashes with her lips.

"Mo Mo..." An wanted to touch his cheek and murmured in a low voice, "Mom, you are the only one left."

If there was a way to keep her soul in this body for a long time, then she would be willing to pay any price;

If his body dies and he returns to An's home, will he still recognize An Zimo when he sees her again?

Maybe not anymore.

At that time, they were just strangers with no blood and no connection.

maybe……

Maybe if she works hard, her son will call her aunt.

Ah, Auntie is pretty good too.
Chapter completed!