As if he knew his mother was crying, the little guy kept looking at Luo Qingyue with his big eyes open.
Seeing the tears on Luo Qingyue's face, the little guy wrapped in swaddling clothes stretched out his little arms and waved them babblingly in the air, wanting to wipe away his mother's tears.
The tears in the corners of Luo Qingyue's eyes still fell silently.
She looked at the little guy's "struggle" and suddenly pulled his lips and smiled.
Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, this scene made Ling Yuxuan and Qian Mo Yunshang look at it, which really made their hearts hurt.
The little guy seemed to have some intelligence. He waved his little arms, but he couldn't reach Luo Qingyue's face.
I couldn't help but said, "Wow--" and cried.
Suddenly, the wind blew loudly outside the house, and a sudden rain came quickly, accompanied by a cold atmosphere.
Luo Qingyue glanced outside the room, her eyes were empty, her thoughts seemed to be drifting to a far, far away place...
After a long while, she murmured in a low voice: "Luo Yu, Luo Yu, Jun Luo Yu..."
Ling Yuxuan looked on, shedding tears silently.
Qian Mo Yunshang still spared no effort to send strength to Luo Qingyue, just to give her a little more time.
Lying on the bed, Luo Qingyue's eyes were confused and hesitant. She really didn't want to leave...
"Yue'er, Yue'er..." Ling Yuxuan cried sadly as she held Luo Qingyue's hand.
Qian Mo Yunshang turned his head and glanced at Luo Qingyue. When he saw the look in her eyes, he frowned tightly.
Withdrawing his hand, he walked up to Luo Qingyue and whispered: "Qingyue, do you want to take another look at him?"
There was a slight ripple in Luo Qingyue's unwavering eyes. She nodded, "I think."
Qianmo Yunshang's white sleeves and robe were slightly fluttering, and the white mist transformed by spiritual energy formed a white mist mirror in mid-air.
Some images appeared in the white fog mirror.
Activate the white fog mirror, and as long as you think about a person in your heart and concentrate on it, you can see it through the white fog mirror.
Luo Qingyue saw the person who appeared in the white fog mirror.
Sitting cross-legged, with a slight frown between his eyebrows, he looks like a bone-turned-elderly, with unrivaled magnificence!
That’s Jun Wuxie!
At that moment, Luo Qingyue's eyes were filled with endless longing.
Surrounded by him were Yunqing Luoxi and others. Bingqing stood in front of him, and the six of them were sending strength to him.
Seeing this scene, her heart finally let go. They were suppressing the innocent cold poison!
Innocently, he...is still safe and sound.
Tears, mixed with the weak smile on the lips, bloom together!
Luo Qingyue's eyes flashed with infinite tenderness and longing, "Wuxie...it has been eight months, and I finally...see you."
When they met again, she realized that she missed him more than she could bear.
"Wuxie, you know, I thought... today is the day I leave the secret realm of Nanshan.
I thought I could return to the Holy Qing Empire and see you today.
I thought I could stand in front of you today and tell you: I am back, and I am back with our children.
But...everything is just thought.
For eight months, I have been telling myself that I will work hard until the day you and I meet.
So, I wait and look forward to it every day...
Waiting to see you and looking forward to the birth of the baby.
However, I did not expect that it would be such a result."