Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"So, this is what you happily took me to see, Mother Baima?"

Zhang Xingxing walked into the familiar room and her eyes fell on the figure lying flat on the bed. She lay quietly, as if she was asleep, with her hands folded on her chest, like a sleeping princess.

Zhang Xingxing's voice suddenly became a little hoarse. She tried hard to keep her voice calm, but the uncontrollable trembling still betrayed her inner turmoil. She spoke with difficulty, as if every word required all her strength: "Brother..."

Where is the blood she gave me, and where is the spring water in the space? Why is it useless! ?

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he blinked and dazed. For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he became a "ghost" and was most helpless.

The joyful young man looked at Zhang Xingxing, who was as dumbfounded as a bitter gourd, with confusion, took her hand, gently led her to the bed, and spoke in a cheerful voice.

"Well, I resurrected my mother according to the method you said. She won't just live for three days, she will always be with me. The master once said that this is a 'miracle'!!!" The young man's voice revealed irrepressible excitement and joy, his eyes sparkled with bright light, like a child who got a piece of precious maltose, the happiness in his eyes was like a gentle lake.

"Thank you, Xingxing. If it weren't for you, I might never be able to revive my mother..."

At this moment, the young man returned to that warm and peaceful haven, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

His words flowed like a spring. Every word seemed to reveal his inner softness and fragility. These words were like pieces of a puzzle, pieced together to create a real and complete young man.

At this moment, the young man seemed to have shed his mysterious and distant outer layer, no longer the silent and unapproachable patriarch. He became so real, like an ordinary person, with his own emotions and desires.

An ordinary person, an ordinary child with flesh and blood who, like other children, hopes to feel the warmth and comfort of his family.

Zhang Xingxing, who was standing aside, listened quietly to the young man's talk. She could feel the warmth and emotion in his words, a resonance that could not be expressed in words.

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing was going crazy.

Oh my god, it’s a sure kill! A sure kill!!

"Don't cry."

The young man's slightly panicked voice came, and Zhang Xingxing wiped her face in a daze. When she felt the stickiness on her palms, she suddenly realized that she was crying.

Zhang Xingxing's gaze slowly fell on Bai Ma's mother lying on the bed. She lay there quietly, as if sleeping in an endless dream. Her face was rosy and her breath was long, but there was no sign of waking up.

Due to the blurred vision, Zhang Xingxing could not see Bai Ma's mother's eyebrows and eyes clearly, but the blurred outline made her feel inexplicably familiar, especially the soft lines of her lips. However, the most eye-catching thing was the silent gentleness and tolerance emanating from Bai Ma's mother.

Mother's love...

The red coral necklace on her forehead was like cinnabar, deeply touching Zhang Xingxing's heart, making her sigh uncontrollably. So she reached out and held Bai Ma's hand, feeling the warmth in her hand, and said firmly.

"Mother Bai Ma, don't worry. I will definitely make you wake up and see Xiaoguan with your own eyes."

After saying that, Zhang Xingxing let go of her hand and rushed out of the door. Before the boy sitting on the bed could react, Zhang Xingxing had already rushed out of the door. The boy couldn't help but raise his mouth when he realized that his mother could still wake up. Thinking of the scene where his mother would see him and Zhang Xingxing the first time she opened her eyes, his eyes were like broken stars.

Then, he heard the noisy shouting of the little lamas in the distance. It seemed that something uncontrollable had happened over there. The noisy movement disturbed the young man's thoughts. He frowned and felt uneasy. As if something bad was about to happen, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, as if foreshadowing some kind of ominous premonition.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to have thought of something, and without hesitation, he quickly opened the wooden door and chased out.