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Strands of incense rise from the thin, pure white petals.

A piece of silence,

There is only the sound of the candle flame quietly fluttering, the subtle tinkling of the beaded curtain, and the ...... Outside the window, the wind whipped the leaves of the sacred tree and made a soft rustling sound.

The little white velvet fox ears drooped beside his head, trembling slightly.

The aqua blue hair curled lightly, reflecting the tiny pale cheeks.

Li Xiaoruo looked at the person in front of him blankly, his eyes trembled slightly, and gradually big drops of tears rolled down his cheeks like white pearls.

Qianling looked at her, her heart suddenly trembled, but she pursed her lips hard and turned her face away.

Li Xiaoruo cried very sadly, tears one after another, raging and surging, gradually wetting the water-blue hair on the side of her cheeks.

"Mommy, Mommy...... Woo......"

She cried and stretched out her little hand, hugged the neck of the person in front of her tightly, her wet little face clinging to her, and muttered over and over again.

"I said it...... Don't call me Mom. The voice was low, vaguely choked.

Since she started to learn to speak, Li Xiaoruo has always stubbornly called her "mother", Li Xiaoguo "brother", Li Xi "Jiujiu", and Li Jing "Gugu......

Corrected many times, but to no avail, and gradually everyone stopped caring about her, and she called her casually.

Unexpectedly, this indulgence and indulgence made Xiao Ruo develop a bad habit of calling "Dad" when he sees someone......

It's all her fault, and now it's up to her to make amends.

The circles under her eyes were flushed, Qianling stiffened her heart and turned her face away from her, biting her lip stubbornly, and gradually tasted a faint fishy sweetness on the tip of her tongue.

"Mom...... Mommy ......"

Li Xiaoruo cried so much, her little hands hugged her tightly, her tearful little face was buried in the soft chestnut hair, and her immature voice cried a little hoarsely:

"Xiao Ruo...... No mom and no dad...... If it's a child that no one wants...... Woowoo woo ......"

The young and immature voice rang in my ears, sad and desperate......

Like a hoarse electric light, it slashed straight into Qianling's heart.

Flesh and blood blur.

Memories of the past came like a fading tide again, drowning her.

Familiar sorrow, familiar despair, familiar childishness and helplessness......

It was as if I had returned to the snowy winter, and the little girl in a patched jacket was standing in the middle of the crowded market with a vegetable basket, crying hoarse and desperate.

Chestnut hair fell over his shoulders and a few sparkling teardrops.

Qianling slowly turned her face sideways, looking at the young body holding her tightly in her arms, and there was a sad and hoarse cry in her ears......

A pair of eyes were flushed on her pale face, she trembled and hugged Li Xiaoruo tightly in her arms, and tears suddenly burst out:

"How so...... How could no one want it, how could no one want such a smart and lovely child as Xiao Ruo......

We are so similar, but we are different.

You are very good, very well-behaved, very smart, even if you can't touch it, even if you are separated from life and death, you still have the eyes of your parents' expectations and blessings......

And I, just a useless burden.

It's also a natural burden to be thrown away.

"Mom...... Mom, don't be Xiaoruo, don't be angry with Xiaoruo...... Xiaoruo will be obedient...... Woowoo woo ......"

Li Xiaoruo hugged her tightly, like a red panda clinging to bamboo, crying with teary eyes.

Qianling hugged her tightly, nodded her head, and her voice was choked:

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry. ”

I'm sorry to bring this despair to you, I'm sorry that I'm so selfish to deprive a child of the simplest request......

The long hair was lightly brushed, dyed with a hazy orange red.

Lan Yue stood quietly by the bookshelf not far away, looking at the two people who were crying at the door...... Slowly lower your lashes.

Looking at her holding the fox child, warm and concerned eyes, close and harmonious relationship......

Just like he did at the beginning.

But it's too far away and too unfamiliar.

I can't even touch the shadow of my memories anymore.

The little fox ears of the white velvet were slightly cocked and shook slightly.

Li Xiaoruo opened a pair of teary eyes, looked at the person in front of her and smiled and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, blinked gently, and her voice was low, as if tempting:

“…… Mom. ”

Qianling looked at the caution in her eyes, her nose was sore, the corners of her eyes were moist, and another tear flowed down her cheeks, but she smiled and kept nodding:

"Hmm. ”

Seeing her respond, Li Xiaoruo's pair of heterochromatic pupils suddenly bloomed with magnificent brilliance, and excitedly pounced on her and hugged her, a small face with tears still hanging on her eyebrows and eyes.

I felt my wet little face rubbing against my cheeks, and my ears were immature voices, calling "Mom" sweetly over and over again...... Qianling laughed softly, hugged her tightly, over and over again, and softly agreed.

If it's true...... Think of her as a mother.

The petals are pure white and the candlelight is flickering.

Lan Yue stood by the bookshelf, her head bowed slightly, her soft and slender black hair tinged with a faint orange red, like a cascading waterfall scattered on her chest and shoulders.

The candles flickered, and her fair and beautiful face was coated with a layer of hazy firelight.

The little fox ears of the white velvet shook slightly.

Li Xiaoruo looked at the black-haired young man who was silent, and a pair of magnificent and clear heterochromatic pupils struggled and flickered slightly.

Qianling watched Li Xiaoruo obediently snuggled in her arms, quietly glancing in a certain direction behind her from time to time, the struggling expectation in her eyes flickered slightly, but she just gently grabbed her clothes and didn't dare to speak again.

Gently stroking the soft aqua blue hair, Qianling looked at Li Xiaoruo in her arms, her heart suddenly softened, a gentle smile slowly appeared on her lips, and her voice was soft:

"Let's go see Daddy, shall we?"

Li Xiaoruo looked at her blankly, without blinking, a pair of big eyes flickered, gradually overflowing with crystal light, and a little white fluffy fox tail behind her shook gently.

The black hair flicked, and a faint shadow fell from the white cheeks.

Lan Yue stood by the bookshelf, as quiet as a cold plum tree standing silently in winter.

The eyelashes are dense and long, hanging low, vaguely covering the beautiful and clear dark red eyes, and the silent sadness.

Gentle footsteps sounded, from far and near, slowly stopped.

He was stunned, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him...... His eyes twitched slightly.

Qianling stood in front of him, took a slight breath, and raised her head to meet his gaze:

"Satsuki, can I trouble you...... Hug Xiaoruo?"

The voice was low, a little apologetic, a little cramped.

He looked at her and didn't speak.

Slowly reach out your hand.

Seeing that he seemed to agree, Qianling breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on her lips, and she took two steps forward and hugged Li Xiaoruo in her arms to him.

Lan Feng wore the gray fox fur coat on his shoulders and leaned on the bookshelf on the other side.

Silently watched as the three men went from separating to gathering, separating and reuniting......

Thinking about it, as if watching some interesting performance, a meaningful smile slowly curled up on his lips.