Didn't even blink an eyelid. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

Everyone else had quietly left, and on the edge of the endless black swamp was still the same black forest that had been before, and the mist was thick and swirling, as unreal as a dream.

It was also here that Qing Yu finally arrived when he was about to die at the hands of the poisonous widow at the beginning of the summer, hugged him, and saved his life.

It was also at that moment, when he was unconscious, she hugged her, understanding that this person, in this life, could not let go again.

She loved him for 800 years, waited for him for 500 years, and spared no effort for 800 years to return to him.

She always thought that her affection and heart for him were enough.

But at this time, when she saw the calm and introverted Xia Chonghua who was once wanton and unrestrained, to the cold and indifferent Xia Chonghua in front of her today, as if everything was as empty as nothing, she realized that the love he gave her was never less than half a point she gave him.

Qing Yu took a light breath, and finally mustered up her courage, stepped forward, and walked in front of him, so close that she could already hear his shallow breathing, she only needed to go a little further, a little toe, and she could touch his lips.

"Xia ......" Qing Yu had just opened her mouth, and before she could make a sound, something like a small cannon shot rushed out of nowhere and hugged her waist directly.

Qing Yu was bumped, leaned forward slightly, and hit Xia Chonghua's chest, causing her nose to hurt, but he stood in place and didn't move.

Qingyu didn't care about her hurt nose, and looked down at the little figure who hugged her.

Then he crashed into a cute little face.

It was a little girl who looked like she was only about six or seven years old, and with just this glance, Qing Yu didn't think about it, and knew who it was.

The little girl looks very similar to Xia Chonghua, but she is more like Jing Cixuan, a little more delicate as a woman, but she is still young at this time, and her soft little face still has a little baby fat, and her pink lips are all delicate and cute.

The voice in Qing Yu's throat was once again stuck by the owner, and he couldn't say a word......

Until the little girl's delicate and crisp voice was as clear as jade, she shouted softly with a little grievance: "Mother, is it you?" ”

Qingyu's tears fell down at once, she squatted down, hugged Xiao Yi'er into her arms, and her voice choked: "Xiao Yi'er, it's me, my mother is back." ”..

Xiao Yi'er hugged her neck tightly, sniffed, and her eyes were red.

Then he didn't forget to tilt his head and look at his father: "Daddy, what are you still doing stupidly?" Didn't you say that my mother will definitely come back, then you see, she is back, she is really back, I have hugged it for you, soft, fragrant, still hot, alive ......"

As she spoke, the little girl didn't forget to stretch out her paws, grab Xia Chonghua's hand, and pull it to Qingyu's side.

Until Xia Chonghua's cold fingers touched Qingyu's side face.

The coolness passed through his fingertips and landed on Qing Yu's side face, and Qing Yu's whole body stiffened.

And Xia Chonghua's fingers also froze suddenly.

His fingertips, the trace of softness that touched, with a shallow residual warmth, was obviously very shallow, but it seemed to burn his fingers, and that trace of residual warmth went straight to the bottom of his heart through his fingertips.