A finely carved little boy, wearing a red bellyband, his whole figure appeared in mid-air, like a fiery red sun. He pointed at Winince and said: "You, a bad woman, dare to hurt my mommy.
, see if I don’t deal with you!”
The next second, in full view of everyone, he actually grabbed the doomsday script with his bare hands, picked up the pen that Ji Zhuri had thrown on the ground, and drew several big x's at once——
"Ah——" Winince screamed, and the whole person turned into gray smoke in the bursts of thick smoke.
The entire doomsday scenario seemed to be on fire, struggling and screaming in the smoke. Winince felt as if his whole body had been drained, and he gradually lost all consciousness.
"Now - doesn't this solve the problem?"
The little boy in red threw away the pen in his hand easily, and then jumped to Su Gongjin's side under the surprised eyes of everyone, shaking her desperately: "Mommy - Mommy - wake up
——”
Seeing that his call had no effect, he rolled his big black and white eyes, and then smiled: "Yes!"
Then his whole body turned into a ball of golden light, got into Su Gongjin's belly, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Ji Zhuri only felt Su Gongjin cough in his arms and opened his big misty eyes: "Why did I faint just now?"
Seeing her miraculously waking up, everyone looked in disbelief. But... who was that strange little boy just now?
He actually called Su Gongjin—Mommy?
.....
Su Gongjin felt like she had had a long dream. When she woke up from the dream, the world had changed.
She became the empress of a world and gave birth to a cute and smart little boy named Nianjun.
He was very good in her belly and never tormented her. Later, she would see him in her dreams. It was only a brief glance, but she felt that he was very familiar.
When Nianjun was born, she discovered why she always felt so familiar with him. It turned out that he was the child she had lost.
The child who pushed himself into the abyss in order to save her.
With him, the days without Jun Mo by her side would be less difficult.
In the blink of an eye, sixteen years have passed, and the child has grown from a babbling baby into a handsome and upright young man. Although he still loves to act coquettishly, her child has really grown up.
Looking at his figure that was so similar to his father, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes filled with longing.
Jun Mo, it’s been so long, have you seen our child?
He has grown almost as tall as you. He is very good and never asks where his father is. But every time I miss you and want to cry, he will play a flute for me.
Just like when you met me in dreams, the sweet and sweet sound of the flute...
Junmo...
"I'm crying again, it's not good for the eyes." A gentle voice suddenly appeared behind her, and a slender figure slowly sat in front of her. Sixteen years have passed, and Ji Zhuri has been waiting silently by her side.
Like a gentle and affectionate brother, he accompanied her through these lonely sixteen years with his unique love.
"Oh, I'm fine. Where is Nianjun? He was here dancing with the sword just now."
She looked around for her son who had disappeared while she was immersed in longing.