In the residence, Mu Zi quietly closed her eyes, resting her mind and spirit.
"Mother, Ling Er is here. Don't be afraid."
Ling Er pressed close to Mu Zi's cheek and looked at her with concern. Then she leaned forward, and at once came the sensation of skin touching skin.
The two women, one grown and one small, faced each other, their foreheads gently touching.
The lotus mark between Zi Ling's brows flickered with light. A gentle energy slowly flowed out and merged into Mu Zi's brow.
"Mm."
The warm current ran down Mu Zi's forehead and poured into her body, soaking into her mind and spirit. The weakness and pain in Mu Zi's spiritual consciousness were immediately eased, and the comfortable sensation made her let out a soft hum despite herself.
Mu Zi's eyes opened and closed. Seeing the pretty little face right before her, her gaze instantly became exceptionally gentle.
"Mother, do you feel any better?" Ling Er asked softly.
The distance between the two of them was extremely close. Mu Zi could clearly sense her daughter's aura, which felt especially dear.
"I feel much more comfortable."
Mu Zi's voice was soft. At this moment, her condition was indeed improving, and her mind and spirit gradually relaxed.
The bond between Ling Er and Mu Zi was even closer than that of a normal mother and daughter. Their origins shared extremely similar traits, and relying on that connection, Ling Er could use her own spiritual sense to nourish Mu Zi's mind and spirit, speeding up her recovery.
At this moment, Mu Zi felt as if her spirit were soaking in a gentle warm current. The loneliness and cold she had felt earlier due to the weakness of her mind and spirit were now moving far away from her.
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