After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

After that day, Xiao Mu Yanchen lost the desire to go behind that door.

The servants were surprised at his change. In the past, little Mu Yanchen would deal with the servants in a friendly manner, like an innocent child. But after that night, he became silent, and his eyes were filled with gloom when he stared at people.

At first, the servants would still bully him fearlessly as before, but every time they suffered at the hands of Xiao Mu Yanchen, and after that no one dared to act rudely in front of Xiao Mu Yanchen.

Days passed one by one, and one day, little Mu Yanchen was brought by the servants to the intricately carved door again. There were angels on the left, demons on the right, and hell below. But little Mu Yanchen no longer had the joy he had before.

He followed the servants woodenly into the door. On the luxurious sofa inside sat a woman who looked extraordinary. She had the face of a teenage girl, with soft black hair casually draped over her shoulders, crystal clear skin that seemed as smooth as a baby's, and an aloofness that made it impossible to approach her.

The servant brought little Mu Yanchen to the Fourth Madam and then left.

The Fourth Madam opened her dark pupils, which were clear yet calm. The color of little Mu Yanchen's pupils was very much like that of the Fourth Madam.

But he had no time to appreciate it, because the person in front of him reminded him of the poor and pitiful woman who was pressed by the dark shadow that day. She was not a fairy, but just a mortal. She would also feel sad and angry and shed tears, and there would be embarrassment in her eyes.

She seemed to have forgotten everything that happened that day, and spoke softly. That voice was the most beautiful voice that little Mu Yanchen had ever heard in his life.

She patted the seat next to her and said, "Come here, sit here, let me take a good look at you."

Little Mu Yanchen hesitated for a moment, staring at the Fourth Madam in front of him suspiciously, and then out of a long-lost feeling of admiration, the little boy gradually walked over.

The fourth wife stretched out her hand. It was a hand that had never touched water before, so white and tender. Little Mu Yanchen seemed to be bewitched. He placed his little hand on her palm, and then watched the white hand slowly tighten, wrapping his firmly inside.

This is the only kindness that little Mu Yanchen has shown since he came into this world.

He was carefully pulled by the Fourth Madam to sit next to her. It seemed that all the unbearable things that happened before had disappeared completely from his mind. He lowered his head shyly, not daring to look at the Fourth Madam any more.

But the fourth wife's eyes looked calmly at the boy in front of her. This filthy product should not have been born into this world!

There was a flash of viciousness in the fourth wife's eyes, but little Mu Yanchen didn't notice it. He was still focused on the joy of reuniting with his so-called mother.

That nice voice sounded again, "Your name is Mu Yanchen, right?"

Little Mu Yanchen raised his head and nodded shyly, a little embarrassed. He looked at the woman in front of him hopefully with his eyes that were very similar to Mu Yingfeng, waiting for her next words.

She curled the corners of her lips slightly, reached out to touch his hair, and then fell on the corners of his eyes, stroking them carefully, "It's so similar, so similar!"

The first time that little Mu Yanchen heard strange emotions from her mouth was when she looked into his eyes. It seemed like she was looking at him, but also like she was not. As a child, he was ignorant and had no idea of ​​the thoughts behind this.

That day, Xiao Mu Yanchen met the Fourth Madam and his impression of her changed a lot. She was the only person in the main house who treated him well, so he was willing to treat her well.

In the days that followed, the Fourth Madam often asked the servants to bring little Mu Yanchen to the room, but most of the time the Fourth Madam didn't say anything. She just sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the changes of the four seasons outside, and only occasionally said a few words to little Mu Yanchen.

But these times are extremely rare for little Mu Yanchen. They are quiet and peaceful, and always make him feel at ease.

Time flies, and soon it was winter of that year. The Fourth Madam brought little Mu Yanchen a cup of tea, which he took happily. His throat rolled, and he couldn't taste anything. He just felt that it was much worse than the tea outside. It didn't even have the taste of tea. It was like a cup of boiled water. But he still drank it obediently. After all, he wanted to see the faint smile on the Fourth Madam's lips.

But no, after drinking tea, the Fourth Madam coldly asked the servant to take him out, and then the door was closed as before. No servant would take him behind the door again. If he went there on his own, he would only be turned away and driven away by the housekeeper.

Little Mu Yanchen didn't know where he had gone wrong, and of course he was unwilling to accept it. That was one of the few warmth he had, and he thought he had to hold on to it tightly.

So he did the same thing, and found a night to avoid the eyes and ears of others and sneaked to the door. But the difference was that he was much bolder than that night, because he knew what was behind the door. He had also met the fourth wife, a quiet and serious beautiful woman. She was also his biological mother. He pushed open the door carefully.

It seemed the same as before, yet there seemed to be some differences. Having not been here for a while, he suddenly felt that it was darker inside. The hanging white curtains were replaced with black, and he could hardly even peek inside through the gap.

Just as he was about to step in, he heard a panting sound like that of a wild beast, and the low growl of a small animal.

He had heard this voice before, and those unbearable scenes quickly flashed through his mind. He saw the woman lying on the bed in tears and humiliation, and he saw the black shadow's brutal movements...

This time he seemed to have mustered up the courage to step in to stop it, but before he could do so, a hoarse voice came from inside, like the final conclusion, low and silent, and then returned to silence.

Everything happened silently. He saw the dark figure calmly get down from the bed and slowly walk towards the door. Little Mu Yanchen controlled his heart that was about to jump out of his chest and quickly found a place to hide. He was small in stature, so a huge vase could hide him tightly.

I saw the dark shadow coming out of the room and staggering towards his room.

After Mu Guichao left, little Mu Yanchen came out from behind the vase. He tiptoed into the door. It was eerily quiet inside, but little Mu Yanchen still mustered up the courage to walk to the bed.

The fourth wife was dressed in dishevelled clothes, with large areas of her skin exposed and covered with purple bruises. One could tell what had happened before at a glance. She lay motionless on the bed, her hair covering half of her beautiful face. Her dark pupils were wide open, but they had lost their former luster.

The sheets were stained with blood, like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow in winter.

She was dead, and little Mu Yanchen didn't even have to reach out to check for her breath.