"Yao'er, you've grown up." Shi Feihuan spoke slowly, with an indescribable smile on his lips.
It was a comforting, satisfying, gratifying smile.
It belongs to a kind of maternal tenderness and kindness.
"Mom, actually..." Xiaoyao wanted to speak, but when she saw the gentle look in Shi Feihuan's eyes, she suddenly fell silent again.
It's better not to tell her, her Yao'er is no longer there, and standing in front of her is Ren Xiaoyao, a soul who came from another world and occupied her daughter's body.
"What's wrong?" Shifei Huanjian Xiaoyao hesitated and asked slowly.
Xiaoyao looked at her, exhaled softly, and shook his head: "Nothing."
"Yao'er, when you give birth, mother will be reborn in your child's body. However, mother will lose her memory by then, so just think of me as your daughter." Shi Feihuan said slowly, with a smile on his face.
There was an indescribable smile on his face.
It was a peaceful and relieved smile.
"Well, I understand, mother." Xiaoyao nodded, and then suddenly said slowly: "Mom, if I do something drastic in the future that prevents you from being reborn as my child, then you should find someone else. I don't want to delay it.
You and your godfather are alone. He is very, very lonely."
Xiaoyao's words made Master Feihuan stunned for a moment. She looked at Xiaoyao and seemed to understand something.
Reaching out her hand, Shi Feihuan held Xiaoyao in her arms. Her child had really grown up.
That kind of thinking, that kind of thinking, only true people have.
Although she is a little disobedient, a little arrogant, and does not care about other people's feelings, her heart is not cold, and she will protect everything she cares about, including this beautiful world.
"Yao'er, you just need to do what you want to do. Mom, I support you." Shi Feihuan's words rang in Xiaoyao's ears, with maternal tenderness and generosity.
In fact, Shi Feihuan didn't tell her.
The only thing she can reborn is the child in her belly, if she loses this opportunity.
The master and his concubine died in ashes and smoke.
But, it doesn't matter. She doesn't matter, her children are the most important thing.
"Thank you, mother." Xiaoyao hugged Shi Feihuan, with an indescribable satisfaction on his lips. This is the feeling of a mother, like being surrounded by the sun, with a warmth that cannot be expressed in words.
This feeling is the feeling of being loved completely.
"Okay, Yao'er, it's time for you to wake up. Someone is waiting for you." Shi Feihuan let go of Xiaoyao. She looked at Xiaoyao, with such similar features, as if she was looking in a mirror.
But she knew that her daughter was more beautiful than her. Her beauty was strong and tenacious, just like a poppy in the wind and rain, enchanting and deadly.
With a beauty that can exhaust everything.
Shi Feihuan retreated again, and the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by an indescribable thick fog. Xiaoyao hurriedly reached for Shi Feihuan's hand: "Mom, stay with me again."
Xiaoyao spoke with some pleading. She knew that this was a place similar to a dream, and she also knew that Shi Fei Huan had died a long time ago.
However, she really wants to be with her mother, even if this is just a dream.
However, Shi Feihuan did not stop. She quickly walked towards the white mist, and Xiaoyao quickly followed.
At this time, a very heavy sigh came from behind her.
With such a tone, it seemed as if everything had been lost, as if life was meaningless.
"Xiaoyao, leave me...or kill me..."
Suddenly, Xiaoyao opened his eyes, and what was close at hand was Shun's extremely familiar face. He looked at the boundless tenderness in her eyes and said, "Wake up."
"Yes!" Xiaoyao responded softly, and she moved slightly to get up. Shun saw her intention and helped her get up.
Leaning next to the bed, Xiaoyao looked at Shun, and then asked: "Where are the demons now?"
"Did you hear what I said?" Shun looked at Xiaoyao in surprise. He thought Xiaoyao was unconscious at that time, but he didn't expect that she was still conscious.
"Yeah." Xiaoyao nodded, then she looked at Shun and said, "Shun, let me ask you, if all three of us die, would you be willing?"
He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something. He looked at Xiaoyao, and his tone seemed to be very calm: "We will live and die together, and I have no regrets."
Listening to Shun's words, Xiaoyao felt a sudden pain in her heart. She looked at Shun, and then suddenly pressed her lips to his.
Shun was a little stunned. He looked at Xiaoyao who was very close at hand, and suddenly thought of something.
Holding Xiaoyao in his arms, his heart became unusually satisfied for some reason.
The lips of the two people were just touching each other so simply, and no one took the initiative to intrude. Such a quiet gesture was like the most beautiful comfort.
In fact, in a sense, Shun is Mu Ye Can Feng.
He has the memory of Mu Ye Canfeng, his appearance, and his love for Xiaoyao.
And since he had a real body, his love has not disappeared. Even without a heart, he still loves Xiaoyao as always.
He never thought about competing with Mu Ye Canfeng for Xiaoyao. All he wanted was to be with her forever.
After an unknown amount of time, Shun moved away from Xiaoyao's lips, and he looked at Xiaoyao's deep black eyes that seemed to have an indescribable emotion.
"Xiaoyao, even if you go to hell, I won't give up."
Xiaoyao's heart seemed to hurt even more as he listened to Shun's words.
In this life, she has never failed anyone, and the only person she has failed may be him.
However, even so, Shun is always by her side. No matter what happens between her and Mu Ye Canfeng, what he thinks about is not to replace Mu Ye Canfeng, but to accompany her quietly.
There is only a moment like this in the world.
"Shun, thank you for always." Xiaoyao said softly, with an indescribable emotion in his tone.
Not love, not friendship, not family affection, but a feeling of companionship.
This kind of feeling belongs only to Xiaoyao and Shun, and no one can replace it.
"Xiaoyao, what I need is not your gratitude, but your happiness."