In reality.
Bibi Dong felt his body sink slightly and regained control of his body.
She looked at the still beautiful but slightly tired face in the mirror, slowly raised her hand, and gently touched the cold mirror surface with her fingertips.
The person in the mirror is her, but it doesn't seem to be her.
The Bibi Dong who was always full of anger, despair and madness seemed to be fading away little by little.
"Are you pinching your face..."
Bibi Dong murmured in a low voice, feeling complicated and hard to express.
She turned around, blew out the extra candles in the palace, leaving only a dim light, and prepared to take off the heavy Pope robe to rest.
However.
The moment she just unbuttoned her collar, a familiar but faint divine aura quietly slipped into Pope's Bedchamber's alert range.
The breath was very cautious and hesitant, lingering at the door.
Qian Renxue is here again.
No need to guess, it must be for something during the day.
Although the child was "acknowledged" by Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall, it was obvious that those desperate truths did not make her give up. In other words, she still needed a more specific explanation, a more "humane" comfort.
And this comfort cannot be given by the current Qian Daoliu, and neither can the current Bibi Dong...
Bibi Dong's fingers curled up slightly.
She stood there, hesitating for a long time, with a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes.
If it had been before, she would have asked people to drive Qian Renxue away without hesitation, or she would have simply avoided seeing him.
But today...
"Nan Feng."
Bibi Dong called softly from the bottom of my heart.
"What are you doing?" Nan Feng's lazy voice came from Sea of Consciousness, "Aren't you letting me sleep?"
Bibi Dong bit his lip, his voice a little stiff:
"Here she comes."
"Can you... go out and coax me?"
"Huh?"
Nan Feng's voice instantly rose an octave, which seemed a little incredible:
"You want me to coax her?"
"Sister, you don't have a fever, right? Who got into a temper with me a few days ago because she called me teacher, and even refused to let me get on the bed, and almost fell out with me?"
"What? The sun is out in the west today? You actually asked me to contact her?"
Bibi Dong did not explain or refute. He just remained silent for a few seconds and then asked in a low voice:
"Are you going or not?"
Within Sea of Consciousness, Nan Feng was silent for a while.
He could feel the awkwardness and concession in Bibi Dong's emotions. This was an extremely rare change for her with her arrogant and paranoid personality.
"... Okay."
Nan Feng Stand up.
"You can go."
"But we have to put our ugly words first."
"I helped you a lot tonight. I acted and vented your anger. Now I have to help you take care of your children."
"So..."
"Come back after coaxing the kids, don't kick me out of bed again tonight."
Bibi Dong did not respond, but turned around silently, with his back to the door, and walked towards the bed in the back room.
This is tacit consent.
The night is dark and the moonlight is thin.
In the Imperial Garden behind the Pope Palace, everything was completely silent except for the occasional chirping of insects.
Nan Feng slowly walked out of the darkness, and he immediately saw the little figure sitting on the stone steps, hugging his knees.
Qian Renxue.
She had obviously been waiting here for a long time, her thin clothes were wet from the night dew, and her long golden hair was a little messy and stuck to her cheeks.
"Tsk."
Nan Feng shook his head speechlessly and walked slowly over:
"Miss, what time is it?"
"You stayed up in the middle of the night and came here to feed the mosquitoes?"
Qian Renxue heard the sound and turned around suddenly.
She looked at the "teacher" in front of her, and her eye circles instantly turned red. But she stubbornly did not let the tears fall. She just bit her lip and stared at him for a long time.
"Teacher..."
Qian Renxue's voice is a little hoarse, with a thick nasal sound:
"What happened during the day... what exactly happened?"
"..."
Nan Feng found a clean stone pier to sit down on, crossed his legs and looked nonchalant:
"What happened? Didn't you see everything?"
"I'm just putting the facts on the table. As for what you think, that's your own business."
"You can think that I'm lying, or you can think that I'm framed by your damn dad. Whatever you want, I don't care."
"My attitude has been made very clear in front of the Pope Palace. If you come here to ask me now, you are asking knowingly."
"Qian Renxue, are you out of your mind, or do you think I will make up a nice lie just to make you happy?"
"This kind of behavior is very stupid."
Being snatched away by Nan Feng, Qian Renxue's face turned pale. She bit her lips until she tasted blood, and then she forced back her tears.
"I know..."
She lowered her head and her voice trembled:
"I know it's true... Grandpa has admitted it."
"But..."
Qian Renxue raised his head suddenly, with a stubborn light shining in his eyes:
"At that time, before my grandfather appeared, before you wanted to talk about the ten years that disappeared."
"I want to know, what does that mean?"
"I saw clearly that at that time Grandpa Golden Crocodile and the others were so scared that they even wanted to kill people to silence them. Even Grandpa had to show up to stop him because of this."
"That secret... what is it?"
Nan Feng raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "What does this have to do with you?"
"It does matter!"
Qian Renxue said eagerly, his voice a bit sharp:
"I feel it! This matter... is directly related to why my mother hates me so much, why she never wants to hug me, and even wants to kill me..."
"I want to know the truth!"
Looking at the little girl in front of him who was stuck in a dead end, Nan Feng sighed helplessly.
"Qian Renxue, let me ask you."
Nan Feng stretched out a finger and pointed at her:
"Your mother doesn't like you, may I ask, did you do something wrong?"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head in confusion:
"I... I don't know."
"Ever since I can remember, she has disliked me. No matter how well I do or how hard I practice, she will always look at me with nothing but indifference and disgust."
"I... I don't know what I did wrong."
"Since you did nothing wrong."
Nan Feng spread her hands and interrupted her self-pity:
"Since you don't know anything, you haven't done anything wrong."
"Then if she doesn't like you, does that mean she has nothing to do with you?"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment. Logically it seemed like this, but emotionally she couldn't accept it.
"Since it's not your problem, it can only be Bibi Dong's problem, or your damn dad's problem." Nan Feng continued.
"Why do you, a little brat, have to get involved in adults' bad debts? Why do you have to worry about other people's affairs?"
"But I want to know why!" Qian Renxue shouted stubbornly.
"I... I want to know why she doesn't like me..."
"What can I do if I know?"
Nan Feng interrupted her.
"Now that you know the truth, can you change this fact?"
"The root of the problem is not you. It is the grudges of the previous generation. It is an established fact. What can you do?"
"Since there is nothing you can do, why do you have to uncover that scar? Do you think you are living too comfortably and want to ask for trouble?"
Nan Feng stood up and looked at her condescendingly:
"If people don't like you, that's their problem. They have no obligation to like you."
"But she is my mother!"
Qian Renxue finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst out of his eyes, and he shouted hysterically:
"She is my biological mother! How can a mother not love her child?"
"Since she hates me so much, since she hates me so much, why did she give birth to me in the first place?!"
Looking at Qian Renxue who collapsed and cried, the amusement in Nan Feng's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep calm.
He did not answer the question directly, but suddenly asked an irrelevant question:
"Qian Renxue, are you picky about food?"