Despite his appearance looking like a teenager and his willpower stronger than others of the same age, Ji Mo An Ning was only about ten years old. Yet he needs to face several setbacks that could even defeat adults and have to face them one after another.
Ji Mo An Ning felt rather tired after forcing himself to mature overnight and grow steadily. He only wishes to sleep and never wake up again.
Yet a formless voice or maybe a feeling appeared within his consciousness; it kept calling out to him, even to the point of forcing him to wake up.
Deep down, he felt that there was something connected to his blood, a deep pain.
He clutched his chest and sat up immediately. A breeze blew past and made him feel a chill on his body. That was when he realized that his shirt was drenched in sweat.
Before he could recover from the pain, a caring, familiar, and gentle voice was heard: “Little Treasure, are you awake?”
It is Mother! This is my mother’s voice!
Ji Mo An Ning’s voice froze, he had heard his mother’s voice, but was it an illusion?
However, even though it could be an illusion, he was unable to endure and raised his head to look. It was a face that was familiar yet contained some traces of unfamiliarity. The face was smiling while looking at him with eyes filled with love and pity.
“Mo… Mother?” Ji Mo An Ning dare not believe his eyes.
He gave a hard pinch to the hand underneath the blanket, tears instantly started flowing out.
This was not an illusion, his mother was really here.
He stretched his trembling hands, wanting to touch yet he timidly retracted it again, fearing that it was a dream.
The admiration within his eyes, the push, and pull between yearning and fear were all captured by Huan Qing Yan’s eyes.
She felt a pain in her heart, this was her blood, yet also the person she was most apologetic towards.
She gave birth to him yet she had missed out on the earliest part of his nurturing. Although later she did her best to make up for it, she was forced to return to the Demons afterward. No matter the reason, she had to abandon the child once again.
Now, the child did not even dare to believe it when he saw her, making her heart ached.
She also thought if he knew Ji Mo Ya had fallen, what scene would it become.
She endured her tearing eyes and hugged Ji Mo An Ning, “Little Treasure… Mother’s Little Treasure… Mother is sorry…”
Only when he entered that familiar hug, the warmth and unique smell of his body did Ji Mo An Ning finally believed that his mother had returned!
He felt as though he had returned to the past when his mother was by his side. That energetic rascal that can cry and laugh whenever he wants.
He tightly hugged Huan Qing Yan’s waist, not wanting to relax, “Mother… Little Treasure thought you no longer wanted me… Mother, do not leave Little Treasure alone, Little Treasure is afraid…” the moment Ji Mo An Ning relaxed, he no longer cared about appearances and cried out loud while seeking Huan Qing Yan’s assurance.
Huan Qing Yan felt extremely guilty and quickly swore that she would never leave him. Only then did Little Treasure calmed down.
After Little Treasure quietened down, he noticed that his mother’s dress was covered in his tears and snot. He rubbed his puffy eyes and revealed traces of embarrassment.
He checked the room he was in and found it slightly familiar, the interior looked like the style of the Holy Court? Can it be that he was in the Holy Court with his Mother now?
Why is his Father not here?
Maybe Mother has yet to forgive Father?
Ji Mo An Ning’s eyes turned before pulling at Huan Qing Yan’s hand timidly, “Mother, where is Father?”
Huan Qing Yan’s hand froze before she released a sigh and grabbed Little Treasure’s hand.
