A white light was very dazzling. When the white light gradually disappeared, a woman in red dress appeared in front of Mo Zhuyue, with a sad face, a pity, a heartache and worry.
"Child, do you want to know why you are like this?"
Half-squinted his eyes, Mo Zhuyue looked at the woman in red who suddenly appeared in front of him. The faint aura surrounding her body made Mo Zhuyue feel no hostility. Her intuition told her that the woman in red who suddenly appeared must know this.
The whole story of everything.
"Who are you, who are they?"
What Mo Zhuyue said was naturally referring to Leng Chen, the white fox, and the demon wolf.
"I-I don't know who I am. For thousands of years, I have also wanted to find this problem." The woman in red seemed to be thinking about Mo Zhuyue's problem, "and they are just something you suppressed in your heart and can't let go of it.
It's just an illusion."
"What do you want to say about an unrelieved fantasy?"
"Actually, this illusion is both true and false. Everything you imagined in the illusion is a reflection of your heart. Mo Zhuyue - No! You should be called ghosts and demons. If you are given a chance, you will come.
Is it to this era?”
The woman in red said the words of Mo Zhuyue became more and more confused, "What opportunity?"
"My child, you landed in this era without choice. Now I will give you a chance to choose, go! Seize your future."
The woman in red did not wait for Mo Zhuyue to ask the questions in her heart. With a wave of the red sleeves, a white light rose again, covering Mo Zhuyue.
When Mo Zhuyue opened her eyes again, she looked at everything in front of her, and was shocked again.
This is--
This was the night she was abandoned by her mother.
Why--
"Yue'er, what do you like to eat? Is it a bun or a hot dog? Mommy goes to buy it for you."
The little girl stood on the street, looking at her mother's tears in her eyes, she had no idea what the choice her mother left for her meant.
It was not until the mother disappeared that the little girl realized that if she chose a hot dog, her mother would still be abroad, and if she chose a bun, her mother would take her with her, but how could the little girl know?
But now, Mo Zhuyue's soul is attached to the little girl, on the night before she was discarded.
The snowflakes were falling, and the woman's beautiful smile showed reluctance. She held Mo Zhuyue's little hand tightly. The woman squatted on the ground, as if waiting for Mo Zhuyue's answer.
"Yue'er, tell Mommy what do you want to eat?"
"Yue'er doesn't want to eat anything, Yue'er just wants to be with her mommy."
For many days and nights, when Mo Zhuyue thought of the night when she was six years old, she always wanted to say this to her mother. She didn't want anything, she just wanted to be by her side.
Tears flowed along the woman's cheeks on Mo Zhuyue's body, and the woman's arms were so warm.
Is this the mother's feeling?
A smile, a little sad, a little sad, Mo Zhuyue let the woman hold her in her arms and cried silently.
"Yue'er, will mommy take you home?"
"Okay, Yue'er and mommy go home. Yue'er first eat the small cake made by mommy himself."
The little hand held the woman's warm palm tightly, and Mo Zhuyue was afraid that her mother would disappear in front of her again.