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

Too far.

The Ghost Realm and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty are separated by endless void and boundary walls.

Furthermore, the mirror was severely damaged, making it difficult to establish contact.

"Not enough..."

Yang Susu's face was pale.

She could feel the divine power within her body rapidly draining away; it was the weakness that came from overdrawing her divine power.

But she can't stop.

A hint of madness flashed in Yang Susu's eyes.

She actually burned a portion of her original divine soul!

boom!

A golden flame rose from her body and poured into the Heavenly Mirror.

"Buzz buzz buzz—!!!"

This time, the Heavenly Mirror finally reacted.

The mirror began to vibrate violently, and ripples spread across its originally murky surface, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake.

The image began to distort and flicker, and some blurry scenes appeared indistinctly.

"Xiaoman... Xiaoman..."

Yang Susu looked in the mirror, her voice trembling and urgent.

"Can you hear me? It's your mother..."

……

at the same time.

Eastern Zhou Dynasty Demon Realm, late at night.

Inside the Demon Palace's sleeping quarters, all was quiet.

Hu Xiaoman was curled up on the soft bed, hugging the cloth tiger tightly in her arms, fast asleep.

A trace of drool clung to the corner of her mouth, as if she were dreaming of something delicious, and she smacked her lips every now and then.

Inside her body, however, all was deathly still.

Because of the stripping away of the Heavenly Dao's origin, the host's soul was damaged, and the entire world lost its vitality.

The sky was gray, the earth was cracked, the spirit lake had dried up, and the once lush forest had become a withered forest.

The whole world felt like the end of the world.

At the heart of Manzhou Shikong, at the bottom of that long-dried-up spirit lake.

The other half of the Heavenly Mirror lies quietly in the mud and sand.

It was also covered in dust, dull and lifeless, like a piece of scrap metal.

however.

Just as Yang Susu was frantically calling out on the other end.

This half of the Heavenly Mirror suddenly seemed to sense something.

"Om."

It trembled slightly, shaking off the mud and sand.

Then, the tremors became increasingly violent.

"Buzzing—"

An invisible wave, centered on the Tongtian Mirror, rapidly spread outwards.

The once deathly still Manzhou Shikong was suddenly struck by a slight earthquake.

The voice pierced through the barriers of the world and the fog of consciousness, resounding directly in the depths of Hu Xiaoman's mind.

"Xiaoman... Xiaoman..."

in reality.

Hu Xiaoman frowned slightly in her sleep.

She rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, and mumbled sleepily, "Who is it... don't make a sound... I want to eat candied hawthorns..."

But the sound did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and louder, carrying a kind of anxious feeling that was inexplicably familiar and heartbreaking to her.

"Xiaoman... Mother is here..."

Mother?

These two words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through her chaotic consciousness.

next second.

Hu Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes.

A hint of doubt and confusion flashed in those hazy, gray eyes.

Before she could react, an invisible force suddenly pulled her consciousness in and instantly sank into her body.

A sudden dizziness.

When Hu Xiaoman "opened her eyes" again, she found herself standing on a desolate land that was both strange and somewhat familiar.

Everything here is gray and gloomy; there are no flowers, no trees, and no good food.

Where is this?

Hu Xiaoman stood barefoot on the cracked earth, looking around blankly.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to something shining in front of her.

At the bottom of that dried-up lake, there is a huge mirror, emitting a soft light, suspended in mid-air.

The mirror-like surface shimmered and sparkled, just like the surface of water.

And in that mirror, a face was reflected.

It was an extremely beautiful and gentle face, yet it was streaked with tears.

Hu Xiaoman tilted her head, bit her finger, and looked at the woman in the mirror with an innocent expression.

"what?"

"How can this big rock talk?"

Hearing that childish, naive, and even somewhat silly voice.

Seeing her daughter in the mirror, with clear yet empty eyes, biting her finger and looking curious.

Yang Susu, on the other side of the Heavenly Mirror, burst into tears instantly.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid to let out a cry, lest she frighten the fragile little one.

That was her Xiaoman.

Xiaoman, who was once clever, witty, and mischievous, always shouting that she wanted to protect her mother.

Now, however, she has become someone even her mother wouldn't recognize.

My heart is breaking.

The pain was so intense that she could barely breathe.

But Yang Susu knew that now was not the time to cry.

Time is running out; every second is bought with the burning of one's soul.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sob in her throat, and tried her best to force out the gentlest and most loving smile.

"Xiaoman..."

Yang Susu's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with endless doting affection.

"I am your mother..."

Man Zhou Shi Kong Li.

Hu Xiaoman blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering.

She seemed to be trying very hard to understand the meaning of the word "mother".

"Mother?"

She scratched her messy hair, looking confused.

"Father said that Mother was kidnapped by bad guys and can't find her way home."

"Are you the mother who was kidnapped by bad guys?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Susu's tears fell even harder.

Even though she forgot the whole world, even though she became a fool, Ah Chen always told her that her mother was just lost and that her mother would come back.

"Yes, I am."

Yang Susu nodded repeatedly: "Mother just can't find her way home, but Mother keeps thinking about Xiaoman, she misses her so much..."

Looking at her beautiful aunt crying her eyes out in the mirror, Hu Xiaoman suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

The sadness was inexplicable, like someone had gently pinched her heart, leaving a sour and bitter taste.

She unconsciously took two steps forward and moved closer to the mirror.

Then, she did something that made Yang Susu feel both heartbroken and touched.

She pressed her little nose against the mirror and sniffed hard.

Although this is in the realm of consciousness, and although it is separated by endless time and space, there is no smell at all.

But Hu Xiaoman's eyes suddenly lit up.

It is a bond that originates from the depths of blood, a resonance between souls.

"Although I don't know you..."

Hu Xiaoman stretched out her small hand, trying to wipe away Yang Susu's tears through the mirror.

"But...you smell really nice."

"It tastes like...like the taste of a dream!"

"Warm and fragrant, like a quilt that has been sun-dried, like a delicious osmanthus cake, and even more like a sweet candied hawthorn."

Hu Xiaoman grinned, revealing an innocent and naive smile.

I don't like seeing you cry.

"Don't cry, I'll treat you to candied hawthorns, okay? Daddy and Da Yezi made me lots of candied hawthorns!"