Ling Mulao felt that her eyes were sore and she wanted to cry, but she still tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth and asked with a smile: "Wuxin, you used to love wearing blue robes the most, but why is the crescent moon white now?"

".."

Three months passed in a flash, and the spring flowers withered and the summer flowers flourished.

The yard is full of hibiscus trees, and there is also a tall lilac tree. The branches are clustered together. When the wind blows, it looks like a pink rain.

It is said that a new life can be conceived after ten months of pregnancy, but Ling Mulao was already in labor at nine months. Perhaps it was because the child was very naughty that she was in such a hurry to come out of the mother's belly.

The baby landed with a loud croaking sound. The woman who delivered the baby said it was a healthy boy. Ling Mulao excitedly hugged the infant child.

Slender white fingers gently caressed the eyebrows and eyes. Logically speaking, the newborn child was very ugly, but Ling Mulao thought it was exceptionally handsome.

It's just that those narrow eyes, tall straight lines, and thin lips are very similar to a certain person in my memory, but I can't remember it despite trying my best.

It was obviously a happy moment, but for some reason Ling Mulao couldn't cry that day. She cried wildly after not having shed tears for a long time.

"Jing'er, what are you going to name the child?" Hua Wuxin asked with a forced smile despite pain in her heart.

Ling Mulao wiped away her tears, looked at the bright-eyed child in her arms and said softly: "Yi... let's call him Xiao Yi."

Hua Wuxin was stunned for a moment, but still nodded with a smile, "Okay, Xiaoyi is good!"

The years flow quietly.

Xiaoyi's body grew very fast, but within a few months he was able to walk forward step by step while holding on to a small stool. When he saw Ling Mulao, his round little face smiled like a flower.

"Mother, mother~" Xiaoyi likes to call Ling Muchao with unclear pronunciation.

But it was very helpless. No matter how Hua Wuxin tried to teach his father the pronunciation, he could never learn it, or he would hug Ling Mulao's legs and cry very sadly. In this case, he had to give up.

But Hua Wuxin was still very happy. Although she could only look at Ling Mulao silently, what a luxury it was to be able to stay by her side.

The man named Nangong Yi once entrusted Ling Mulao's happiness to him, and he thought he had done a good job, although occasionally she would cry secretly in the corner.

Hua Wuxin often thought about what would happen if Nangong Yi was still alive and did not use his own life to save Ling Mulao and their children.

But everything is just a hypothesis. After all, that day he saw with his own eyes that he had passed away and had no chance to take care of the mother and son.

Hua Wuxin thought that she was deceiving herself to a certain extent, because although Ling Mulao was smiling, there was an endless hole expanding in her heart.

Every time she came back from her midnight dreams, Ling Mulao would wake up suddenly, and then the heart-breaking pain would spread in her heart, as if it was going to crush her to ashes.

In her dreams, she would always see a man wearing a blue robe. Sometimes he would float in surrounded by blue butterflies. Sometimes he would see his clothes soaked in heavy rain. Sometimes he would see a long sword flying in his hand and his clothes fluttering.

..

However, Ling Mulao had never seen that man's face. Every time she tried to see it clearly, her heart throbbed inexplicably, causing her to wake up suddenly from her sleep.
Chapter completed!