I listened to my sister's words today.

Luo's mother stood in the space where the faint light was flowing, and a look of shock flashed across her eyes.

Looking around, my heart was in turmoil.

His eyes were fixed on the thin figure in Jiang Ling's arms, and the longing and guilt in his heart surged like a tide.

That was her child, a blood relative from her previous life, who had once babbled in her arms, and now they were reunited in this way.

"Ruoruo..." Her voice trembled slightly, and her steps moved forward almost involuntarily, eager to hold the child in her arms.

However, before he could get any closer, Jiang Ling suddenly took a step back and protected the little guy more tightly.

"In the last life, you didn't take good care of her."

Jiang Ling's tone was calm, but there was a cold edge hidden in her words. "I think, in this life, she is not suitable to stay in the Yun family."

Before she finished speaking, Luo's mother's face froze. She seemed to have a lot of things to say to defend herself, but she couldn't find the words to speak.

The air seemed stagnant, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Just then, a faint cry broke the awkward deadlock.

The little guy in Jiang Ling's arms slowly opened his eyes, his clear eyes revealing the confusion and attachment of just waking up.

The moment his eyes met Luo's mother, tears instantly welled up in his eyes, unstoppable like a flood bursting through a dam.

"Woo woo…Mom!"

The soft voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the two. The little guy's frail body trembled slightly, one small hand tightly grasping Jiang Ling's collar, and the other hand tremblingly pointed at Luo's mother.

"Sister...I want my mother!"

Jiang Ling's breath hitched and her fingers trembled slightly.

The little guy's voice was already tender before, but now it has become even softer, which makes her heart confused.

Luo's mother stood there in a daze, her eyes instantly moist.

Luo Mu's heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and almost rushed over, hugging the child tightly in her arms, choking with sobs: "Mom is here! Mom is here!"

The little guy buried himself in her arms and burst into tears.

"Wuwuwu...Mom, I don't want you to die! You said...you promised to take me to see the world!"

The childish voice was mixed with sobs, and every word was like a knife cutting into Luo's mother's heart.

Her eyes gradually became moist and she tightened her grip around the child.

However, the little guy seemed not satisfied with crying, and began to stretch out his little hands to pull at Luo's mother's clothes.

The voice was urgent: "I want to see! I want to see if you are okay here!"

Her small movements were urgent, as if she was looking for something.

Luo's mother was stunned for a moment, then a blush of embarrassment appeared on her face, thinking that the child wanted to drink milk.

"Um..." Her voice lowered a few notes, her tone a little helpless.

"Not now, can we wait later?"

But Yun Yiruo didn't seem to hear clearly. She just continued to dig with her little hands, with stubbornness and anxiety written all over her face.

Jiang Ling, who was standing by, blushed and couldn't help but look away.

Looking at the little guy lying naked on Luo's mother's body with a soft voice, he immediately thought of some bad things.

I couldn't help but think, since I don't have anything anyway and I'm not incapable of doing it, why should I lie on top of her?

I felt my thoughts were a little confused, and even a little embarrassed.

"I...I'll go out and get her some clothes."

He whispered, his voice full of panic and guilt, and then he quickly left the space.

The atmosphere in the space becomes more subtle.

Mother Luo looked at the little one in her arms who was crying breathlessly, and her heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.

Patting the child's back gently, coaxing him in a low voice.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... This time, mommy won't leave you again."

The little guy nodded while sobbing, and his little hands finally stopped, holding on tightly to Luo's mother's clothes, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would lose the hard-earned warmth.

After they kissed for a while, Yun Yiruo's little hands began to pull at Luo's mother's clothes, wanting to see her mother's knife wound. She mumbled incoherently, "If Mom doesn't feel any pain, then I will..."

When Luo's mother saw the child start again, she was also startled. Before she could react, she felt her collar being pulled loose.

Seeing the child's little hands fiddling with her clothes, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

In a panic, he subconsciously reached out to cover his collar, stuttering, "That...it's not a question of whether it hurts or not. Even if it does, it feels a bit uncomfortable in this open environment."

Luo's mother was now feeling extremely guilty, so she just believed whatever the child said. She looked around and blushed a little, revealing a small hole in her shirt.

The tender little hand touched the skin, bringing a warm touch.

Yun Yiruo's fingers groped carefully, as if confirming something.

Luo's mother's body stiffened, and the blush on her face became more intense, almost spreading to her neck.

She turned her head slightly and clearly felt the warmth from the little hand.

"No knife cut."

Yun Yiruo suddenly raised her head, a satisfied smile on her face, and her tone was filled with obvious relief and satisfaction.

"Mom really doesn't feel any pain anymore."

Suddenly, something soft was stuffed into my mouth.

Yun Yiruo didn't react but instinctively inhaled, and immediately felt that strange touch between her lips and teeth, which was a little warm.

For a moment, it seemed like I had discovered a new world. Then I gently touched it with the tip of my tongue. It gave off a familiar taste, with a faint milky aroma. I sucked it more and more vigorously.

Luo's mother suddenly felt a sharp pain. It was the child's little canine teeth touching her skin. The slight pain was like a needle tip gently pricking her, bringing a slight numbness.

Luo Mu's face became even hotter, as if it was scorched by boiling steam.

Yun Yiruo took a few puffs and raised her head as if she understood what it was. The scene before her made her heart beat even more wildly.

I saw a blush of shyness appear on my mother's face, and there was a bit of panic in her lowered eyes.

"Mother…"

Luo's mother paused for a moment, but the next second she heard the sound of a plastic bag rubbing against her back.

She suddenly came to her senses and her hands moved hurriedly. She pulled the unknown object out of her mouth and quickly tidied up the clothes in her hands.

Jiang Ling returned to the space carrying a big bag.

Along the way, she walked hurriedly, and the bag in her hand was so heavy that her knuckles turned white.

I searched the warehouse but couldn't find any clothes suitable for the little one.

I had no choice but to bring back some cloth and some clips.

As soon as she stepped into the space, she froze in place.

I saw Luo's mother sitting on the sofa, holding a little girl in her arms. The little face was white and rosy, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

The little guy's eyes were shining, his mouth was opening and closing, as if he was savoring something, and there was an indescribable expression of satisfaction on his face.

"This heartless kid! He actually started smoking!" Jiang Ling cursed inwardly, his teeth itching with hatred.

Luo's mother seemed to notice Jiang Ling's gaze, turned around, and showed a gentle smile: "Do you have any suitable clothes?"

As she spoke, she gently patted the back of the child in her arms.

Yun Yiruo sat in her mother's arms, tilted her head and blinked, then lowered her head and licked her lips, as if she was still immersed in some sweet taste just now.

This scene softened Jiang Ling's heart. He raised his hand to rub Yun Yiru's little head and whispered, "Forget it."

Yun Yiruo obviously didn't understand, but a sweet smile still hung on her raised little face, as if she agreed with every word Jiang Ling said.

She chuckled twice and reached out to grab Jiang Ling's fingers, although her strength was limited.

"Sister hug"

Jiang Ling shook her head helplessly and picked up the little guy.

He raised his hand and tapped her forehead, sighing, "You are such a heartless little thing."