Quick Wear Peace

"But you are hungry." Gong Shangjiao touched An Ning's cheek, "I know my limits."

His eyes were full of indulgence.

An Ning didn't know how things turned out like this after a good night's sleep.

Gong Shangjiao is so... paranoid.

Gong Shangjiao's eyes were fixed on An Ning, as if he was afraid that the love between the people in front of him would disappear.

When he saw her faint, he never thought he would be so panicked, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

It's clear that the two of them have only been together for a few months.

Why do I value her so much?

Was it just because she gave him some warmth?

When I was young, I knew that my biological mother was different from ordinary people.

At first he didn't understand why his mother often didn't go out.

Little Gong Shangjiao saw the flowers in the yard blooming luxuriantly, so he ran to his mother's door and knocked on it.

A weak voice came from inside, "Who?"

Xiao Gongji said in a clear voice, "Mother, it's me."

"Shang Jiao, what's wrong?"

"Mom, the flowers outside are so beautiful. I want to invite you to come out and see them." His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Mother is not feeling well, so I won't go to see her. Shang Jiao will help her."

Gong Shangjiao walked away disappointedly after hearing that. When he saw the lush flowers outside, his heart was filled with anger and his eyes flickered red.

"Since you can't please our mother, there is no need for you to exist." With a wave of his hand, the trembling servant beside him quickly moved the flowerpot away.

As for how to deal with it, it is unknown.

Gong Shangjiao returned to the room and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were glowing a faint red. He wanted to dig out these strange eyeballs several times, but he held back.

Whenever I get excited, my eyes can't help but turn red.

Whenever his father saw his red eyes, they were always filled with disgust and subtle fear.

He knew that other people were always secretly calling him a monster behind his back.

At first he would be angry and would scold them with fierce force, but after each scolding, his father would always whip him.

Gradually, he was able to control his emotions well, and with his own methods, the voice gradually disappeared.

Later on, the mother gave birth to a younger brother. This younger brother was very cute and he would not turn into a red-eyed monster like herself.

My father likes him very much.

He no longer had any hope for his father's relationship, he wanted to know how his mother was doing.

When no one noticed, he sneaked into his mother's room and saw his mother lying on the head of the bed with disheveled hair, pale face and thin body.

"Mother……"

A familiar voice was heard, and the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes, looking at the little man coming in through the window in surprise.

There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

"Shang Jiao..."

Gong Shangjiao saw the woman on the bed and saw familiar red eyes, but these eyes were full of tenderness, a tenderness he had never seen before.

My steps unconsciously moved forward.

The woman noticed that Gong Shangjiao was staring at her eyes, so she quickly turned around and covered her eyes with her hands.

"Don't come over, don't look..." The thin body trembled slightly, and his voice was full of panic.

She was afraid that her son would dislike her. It didn't matter if anyone in the world disliked her, but she couldn't accept that her son disliked her.

Gong Shangjiao walked gently to the woman's side and hugged his mother with his small body.

The woman felt the warmth, opened her palms, and with moist eyes, she saw her son hugging her gently.

He lowered his hands and tentatively embraced Gong Shangjiao's small body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She murmured, and her head rested gently on Gong Shangjiao's neck.

"I don't blame my mother..." The small voice was the greatest joy to the woman.

The two of them spent a warm afternoon together, a warmth that Gong Shangjiao would never find again.

He returned to his room happily, and after dinner, he sat in front of the mirror, holding his cheeks with both hands, and shaking his little feet with pleasure.

Looking at his own red eyes, there was no disgust at this moment, and the bright red eyes were filled with joy.

The servants around seemed to sense that their master was in a good mood today and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

While he was still immersed in the joy of seeing his mother, he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from outside.

Gong Shangjiao frowned, "What happened? Why is there such a commotion?"

No one came in to report, so he went out.

A large number of men in black rushed into the palace and slaughtered people wantonly. The servants who usually took care of him were covered in blood and stared in his direction with their eyes open.

It seems to be saying: Run quickly.

Gong Shangjiao was sitting in the cannon fodder room calmly, holding a sword. All he wanted now was to find his mother.

I met a few men in black in the middle and tried my best, but I was still no match for them.

He lay on the ground, gritting his teeth, his eyes red as blood because of his anger.

The man in black slowly approached, and when he saw his red eyes, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

One of the men in black said to the person next to him, "This kid has red eyes. We can take him back and let the leader study him carefully."

A few others came over with smiles on their faces.

Gong Shangjiao looked at them coming towards him and his body unconsciously stepped back. When a hand slowly reached out to him, it suddenly stopped.

The body slowly fell down.

A figure flashed by from behind, and as the figure moved, several men in black gradually fell down.

The figure slowly fell down.

Only at this time did Gong Shangjiao see clearly. His red pupils shrank slightly. He stood up quickly and ran towards the figure.

I wanted to take over that figure, but I was still one step away.

“Mother… Mother…” Gong Shangjiao helped the woman up, but blood still flowed from the woman’s mouth.

He rubbed the woman's mouth vigorously with his hands, as if by doing so, the woman could return to her original state.

The weak woman slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch her son for the last time.

The nails on the pale hands were sharp and blood was dripping down.

When the woman saw the blood on her hands, she slowly put her hands down, not wanting to let this filthy blood defile her son.

Gong Shangjiao grabbed the woman's hand and put it on his cheek. Normally, no matter how she was bullied, she would never shed a tear. Instead, she would grit her teeth and fight back.

Now the tears in my eyes can't stop falling.

"Don't... cry... go to... the back hill..."

The pale big hand fell weakly from the small hand.