When Little Nonpoint asked that question, Qin Yining could hold back no longer. She rushed to him and pulled him into her arms.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell onto his clothes.
In Qin Yining's arms, Little Nonpoint felt something familiar.
Deep in his memories, there was a warmth just like this.
A moment ago, Little Nonpoint had been like a War God, invincible wherever he went, looking down on every Hero under Heaven. Now he was at a loss.
He had no idea where to put his hands or what to say.
The mouth that rattled like a machine gun in a fight seemed struck by a silencing Curse. He could not get a word out.
"Hao'er, my Hao'er, I'm sorry I failed you." Qin Yining held him tight, as though afraid he might vanish from her arms.
"Chief Grandpa, is that really Little Nonpoint's mother?" a child from Stone Village asked.
Shi Yunfeng fell silent, gazing at Qin Yining's face.
The last time he had seen that face was eight or nine years ago.
Much time had passed, but he remembered it clearly.
"It should be her." Shi Yunfeng nodded, confirming it.
Little Nonpoint hesitantly placed his hands on Qin Yining's back. They trembled.
"Mother..."
Little Nonpoint called to her softly. At some point, his eyes had reddened and filled with tears.
"I've missed you both so much. I've missed you and Father."
"I've missed you so much, so much..."
Little Nonpoint wanted to say more, but he did not know what.
For once, the quick-witted boy was lost for words.
It had happened too suddenly. Without the slightest warning, the mother who had been missing for eight or nine years had appeared before him.
"Am I dreaming..."
Little Nonpoint murmured as he felt her warmth.
It