Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Big Leaf?" Hu Xiaoman called out weakly.

Hu Qingye held her hand, tears of joy streaming down her face: "I'm here, I'm here, Xiaoman, I'm here!"

Xiaoman still remembers him!

enough!

This is enough!

Ah Ling's eyes were red: "True love, this is true love!"

"His soul was split in half and shattered into so many pieces, yet he can still remember his lover."

"Waaaaah... I'm so touched, I really want to be in a relationship!"

Yu Mengmeng and Xiao Zi both nodded.

Hu Xiaoman smiled and said, "Big Leaf, I'm a little cold."

Hu Qingye hugged her even tighter.

A-Ling quickly flew off and grabbed a long black down jacket that her father, Tiandao, had brought back, and covered Hu Xiaoman with it.

Ah Ling: "Little devil, are you still cold?"

Hu Xiaoman twitched her ears: "Huh?"

"who are you?"

"Big Leaf, who was that who just spoke?"

Hu Qingye said softly, "It's A-Ling!"

Hu Xiaoman blinked: "Huh? Who is A-Ling?"

At this moment, A-Ling's heart was shattered into two pieces.

"Waaaaah... This little devil has forgotten about Ah Ling!"

"The little devil only remembers Big Leaf, he forgets his friends for the sake of beauty, boohoo..."

Yu Mengmeng quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiaoman, I'm Aunt Mengmeng. Do you... do you still remember me?"

Hu Xiaoman tilted her head: "Hmm? Aunt Mengmeng, who is that?"

Yu Mengmeng's face was also full of disappointment!

Xiaoman forgot about her too!

Xiao Zi rubbed her hands together anxiously and said, "Young, young master, do you... do you still remember Xiao Zi?"

Hu Xiaoman gave a weak smile: "Xiao Zi, you are my spirit pet, how could I not remember you?"

"Come here to your master, let that kind of person pinch your cheeks properly."

"Master remembers you in human form, you were very cute."

Little Purple burst into tears.

She thought the young master had forgotten about her; he was truly terrified just now.

Xiao Zi rushed into Hu Xiaoman's arms, letting him touch her little cheeks and pinch her chubby cheeks.

……

After the golden light that pierced the heavens and earth dissipated, the once raging and violent four poles of the East were as if all the wrinkles had been smoothed out by a pair of gentle hands.

The ocean waves recede into deep blue, lava solidifies into inky black rock formations, rift valleys quietly heal as before, and glaciers return to their ancient tranquility.

Four streaks of light pierced the sky, carrying with them the stench of gunpowder and blood, and crashed heavily onto the cloud platform of the Void Gate.

As the light faded, four disheveled figures were revealed.

Jun Yichen's white robes were already soaked in blood—the blood that had been spilled from his meridians when he withstood the massive tsunami, mixed with the salty smell of the sea, and no longer the pristine purity he once possessed as a divine being.

Ah Yao's gorgeous dress was charred and tattered, her once smooth, flowing white hair was scorched and withered by the high temperature, and her bare arms were covered with hideous red marks from the molten lava.

The Moon Tree went even further. In order to mend the shattered earth, most of its roots were severed. Now it had transformed into human form, and with each step it took, dark green primordial sap dripped down its hem.

One of the golden dragon's horns was cracked, the price of crashing into the ice peak. Half of its body was still covered with unmelted frost, and wisps of cold air emanated from it.

They won.

They protected the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and saved countless lives.

But Xiaoman...

"Xiaoman!"

"We're back!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through her body, Ah Yao smiled with relief as she stumbled and rushed into the void.

She wanted to tell that little girl how powerful her Auntie Yao was, how she had blocked all those volcanoes that spewed flames.

However, the moment they stepped above the void gate, all their smiles seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

They wanted to laugh, but they just couldn't manage it.

In the center of the void, Hu Qingye knelt on the cold ground like a soulless sculpture.

His spotless white shirt was now stained with large, shocking patches of black blood, and he was holding a petite figure tightly in his arms.

It's Hu Xiaoman.

She lay there quietly, like a porcelain doll that had been shattered and barely pieced back together.

Her once rosy face was ashen white, and her eyes, which were always full of starlight and laughter, were now half-open but deathly gray, so empty that they reflected no one's image.

Ah Yao's smile froze instantly, then collapsed with a crash.

"Xiao...Xiaoman?"

She reached out her hand, trembling, wanting to touch that familiar little face, but then suddenly stopped in mid-air.

I was afraid that with the slightest touch, the broken doll in front of me would vanish completely.

A suppressed sob burst from A Yao's throat.

She turned around abruptly and hugged the moon tree behind her.

Overwhelmed with heartache, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on Yue Shu's shoulder.

"It hurts...it hurts, wife..." Yue Shu grimaced in pain, but her eyes instantly turned red as she let her bite.

A rough, large hand patted her back clumsily, his voice choked with emotion, "Cry, just cry it out..."

On the other side, when Yu Mengmeng saw the golden dragon covered in wounds, her tears, which had never stopped flowing, burst forth even more freely.

She buried her face in Jinlong's arms, completely disregarding whether the frost on his body would freeze her, her small hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"Brother Jinlong... Waaah... Xiaoman... she can't see anymore..."

Jinlong froze, raised his hand, and gently rubbed Yu Mengmeng's head.

His gaze, however, bypassed her and locked onto the person in Hu Qingye's arms.

Within those golden vertical pupils, something shattered inch by inch, scattering into countless cold stars.

Jun Yichen stood still, his steps as heavy as if they were made of lead.

This short distance of just over ten meters was a difficult one for him to walk.

Every step felt like walking on a sharp knife, excruciatingly painful.

He walked over slowly and squatted down.

Those hands that once held the world in their grasp were now trembling so badly they could barely hold onto a single piece of clothing.

He carefully reached out and grasped Hu Xiaoman's small, cold hand that was hanging limply to her side.

The touch from his fingertips was so cold it chilled him to the bone, making his heart spasm.

"Xiaoman..."

Jun Yichen's voice was hoarse and broken, as if he had a handful of rough sand in his mouth, "Father... is back."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Hu Xiaoman's head moved slightly.

She slowly tilted her head, her gray, unfocused eyes darting aimlessly through the air, as if trying desperately to pinpoint the source of the sound, but seeing nothing at all.

"Father...Father?"

Jun Yichen quickly grasped her hand and pressed that cold little hand tightly against his cheek.

"It's Father, Father is back."

Hu Xiaoman felt the warmth on her cheek, and a faint sense of relief slowly appeared on her pale, bloodless face.