And this masonry jade was blended with Su Qi's tears and Qiu Muze's blood.
Therefore, whenever one party is in trouble, the jade will shine, and the other party will immediately feel it.
But she is his. This is a fact destined by God and no one can change it.
Qiu Muze placed the jade in his heart and carefully warmed it, just like he was warming the person he was thinking about at this moment.
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Xiao Hen lay tiredly on the rocking chair, covered with a thin blanket.
In his dream, he suddenly saw Su Qi's face enlarged in front of his eyes, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.
Xiao Hen had never encountered something like a dream come into his heart, but this time Su Qi became a dream in his heart, but he didn't even know it.
"Mother, mother, mother..."
In the frozen snow, Su Qi stood barefoot in the snow, looking at her mother's back not far away.
Mom has been dressing up as a man since she was a child, so she never lets anyone touch her except herself, just for fear that her identity will be exposed.
One year to the day her mother died, Su was seventy years old.
As if she knew she was going to die young, her mother taught Su Qi how to dress up as a boy early without making any mistakes. The ten-year-old Su Qi was still childish and naughty. Her mother always
He has his own willfulness and always protects himself again and again under Su Nian'an's whip.
My mother said that she was the flesh of her body and her heart and soul. If anything happened to her, she would be in agony.
Under the care and love of her mother, Su Qi was unbridled and happy for ten years.
And one day ten years later, Su Qi witnessed her mother lying in a vermilion coffin. In the snowy weather, she gradually escaped from her sight and never saw her again.
"Mother, mother, mother..." Su Qi called her mother, her eyes full of tears of longing.
Xiao Hen's heart suddenly trembled when he looked at Su Qi, who was crying and calling her mother in her dream.
Su Qi, who usually looks so naughty, actually has such soft moments.
"Mother, mother..." Su Qi's vague shouts became louder and louder, and her tumbling motion also became larger and larger.
Xiao Hen sat in front of the bed and held down Su Qi's rolling body.
In my sleep, Myelin felt someone pressing on her, and her body movements unconsciously became louder.
At that moment, looking at Su Qi who was rolling more and more vigorously, Xiao Hen had the urge to knock him out with one palm. But in the blink of an eye, when he saw her suppressed red face, the raised hand slowly dropped down.
"Mother..." This time, Su Qi cried out in a tearful tone. Xiao Hen's heart trembled as he heard this. Su Qi, who seemed to have no worries, did he also have a story related to his mother?
?
Would such a flamboyant and domineering man have a childhood similar to his that was so easy to end?
Xiao Hen grabbed Su Qi's hand that was waving in the air. He felt that his hand was cold and without any warmth, so he put his hand into the quilt. Feeling his gradually decreasing movements, Xiao Hen
He tucked his quilt back safely.
After testing the temperature of Su Qi's forehead, it still felt so hot, so he walked to the washstand, squeezed out the towel in the water and applied it to Su Qi's forehead.
Xiao Hen looked at Su Qi's calm appearance, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he walked to the rocking chair and prepared to continue resting.