Under the moonlight.
Two figures walked hand in hand, taking a stroll across the White Jade Plaza.
In the tranquil atmosphere came a woman's soft sobs and a man's gentle consolations. Later, no one knew what the man said, but the woman suddenly laughed. The mood was no longer so heavy; instead, it became warm and tender.
Within the Profound Dust Hall, Yao Mingyue, who had only recently emerged from seclusion, timely withdrew the foot she had been about to step out with.
Yet the young boy quietly poked his head out, curiously looking outside.
Suddenly.
Sima Hui Niang, who was nestled against the man's chest, looked over and beckoned to the boy.
"Lingxi, come here!"
Luo Lingxi bit his lip, too timid to step forward.
Behind him, Yao Mingyue gave him a push.
"Go on. That is your father."
Luo Lingxi staggered slightly and cast a pleading look at Yao Mingyue, but she only smiled encouragingly.
Biting his lip, he walked toward Sima Hui Niang, looking back every three steps.
Yao Mingyue continued smiling at him encouragingly, and his courage grew a little stronger.
These years, his mother would sometimes lose her temper, but Sister Mingyue had never once been angry with him. He trusted Yao Mingyue.
But was that man really his father?
As he drew closer, a sense of intimacy rose naturally within him, as though it came from the marrow of his bones and bloodline. Even the boy's steps quickened.
Only when he timidly reached the man did Luo Lingxi finally dare to raise his head and truly look at his "father."
He was this young?
Even younger than Uncle Qin Yuanjiang and Uncle Fiend Dragon Child!
He instinctively gripped Sima Hui Niang's hand.
"Mother..."
Sima Hui Niang said joyfully, "Husband, this is our child. Look,