I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo's tears fell drop by drop on Luo's mother's rough and trembling hands. She choked and sobbed, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Mom..."

Luo's mother looked down at her daughter's face, which was so thin that only skin and bones were left, and her heart ached.

She forced herself to smile and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, Yiruo. Mommy is here. Drink this and you won't be hungry anymore."

She carefully put her hands to Yun Yiru's mouth. The heat of the porridge blurred her vision and burned her palms red, but she seemed not to feel the pain. She held the porridge motionlessly, afraid of spilling a drop.

Yun Yiru lowered her head and took a sip. The hot porridge slid down her throat, warming her stomach, but it could not warm her heart which had long been filled with hunger and fear.

I raised my head and looked at my mother's cracked hands, and tears couldn't stop flowing out again.

She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she could only make low whimpers.

Seeing this, Luo's mother held her daughter in her arms despite her frail body. She gently patted her back with her skinny hands and murmured softly, "It's okay, it's okay."

Suddenly, Yun Yiruo in the dream felt a violent shaking, as if the whole world was collapsing.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself still in the warm bed, with Luo's mother's hand still gently holding her.

Luo's mother was awakened by her movement. When she opened her eyes and saw her daughter's appearance, she immediately sat up and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Yun Yiru nodded, choked with sobs and threw herself into Luo's mother's arms, whispering, "Mom, I dreamed of you...it hurts...wuwuwu."

I didn't dare to tell her the more terrifying details of the dream. I just hugged Luo's mother tightly, fearing that this warm embrace would disappear like the dream.

Luo's mother patted her back and said softly, "Mom is here and she's not going anywhere.

Dreams are all fake, don’t be afraid.”

The lunch break was not over yet, and it took a long time to calm her down. Luo's mother also lay down again.

Yun Yiruo closed her eyes, but didn't dare to sleep too deeply, for fear that she would return to that terrible world as soon as she closed her eyes.

After a long while, Luo's mother quietly felt the child's breathing and slight movements, and a hint of doubt gradually arose in her heart.

Finally, Luo's mother decided to gently lift a corner of the quilt to see what was happening to the child.

When her eyes fell on the child's face, she immediately noticed the slightly moist eyes, obviously the child had been crying.

Luo's mother's heart suddenly tightened, and she hugged the child without hesitation.

Yun Yiruo seemed to feel the warmth of her mother, and her crying gradually stopped, but tears and anxiety were still in her eyes.

Luo's mother gently stroked the child's back and comforted him softly.

At the same time, she slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed so that the child could snuggle more comfortably in her arms.

Luo's mother gently stroked Yun Yiru's hair, feeling her daughter's slightly trembling body.

The sunlight from outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting a gentle halo on the mother and daughter.

"Yiruo, do you want to listen to your mother tell you a story?"

Luo's mother asked softly, trying to divert her daughter's attention. Yun Yiru nodded gently in her mother's arms, her hands still tightly grasping her mother's clothes.

"Once upon a time, there was a little bird that was always afraid of flying. Whenever it saw other little birds flying freely in the sky, it would hide on the branches and tremble.

"One day, a strong wind came and blew the little bird off the branch."

"The bird was so scared that it closed its eyes, thinking it was going to fall."

"But guess what?&34;

Yun Yiruo raised her head and looked at her mother curiously: "What happened next?"

&34;Later, the bird discovered that it had always been able to fly, but was trapped by its own fear.

"From then on, the little bird became the happiest bird in the forest."

Luo's mother spoke gently, wiping away the remaining tears on her daughter's face with her fingers.

"I'm sorry I don't have any memories of my past life, but I'll always be by your side from now on, and I won't let the things in your dream happen again."

"And Ruoruo is surrounded by many people who love you now, right?"

After hearing these words, Yun Yiruo slowly relaxed and leaned into her mother's arms.

Mother Luo kissed her daughter's forehead and said with a smile, "Do you want to go for a walk in the yard?"

He lowered his voice deliberately and leaned close to the child's ear with a hint of mystery.

"The seed that Ruoruo planted for grandma last time seems to have sprouted."

Yun Yiruo smiled through her tears and nodded heavily.

Outside the window, a little bird was flying by, leaving behind a string of cheerful chirps, as if greeting the mother and daughter who were snuggling together.

Luo's mother dressed the child in thick clothes, smoothed out the wrinkled jacket, and fastened the straps carefully.

After cleaning up, he stretched out his warm big hand, held the child's soft little hand tightly, and walked towards the backyard.

Although it was not Yun Yiru's first time to set foot here, the scene before her still made her curious.

The big furry tail behind it swayed happily from side to side like catkins blown by the wind.

Turning out of the door, there is a long and winding water corridor. The eaves of the corridor are supported by crooked wooden pillars on the east and west sides. Clear water flows under the corridor, sparkling with light.

Yun Yiruo let go of her mother's hand, and her little body couldn't wait to rush to the fence. She lay on the edge, stuck her head out, and stared at the fish swimming in the water with her curious eyes.

Luo's mother walked slowly closer and couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the child's appearance.

He squatted down, next to the child's small figure, gently held the furry tail that almost slipped into the water with one hand, and carefully lifted it up, for fear that it would get wet.

The other hand quickly grabbed the child's restless little hands - which were stretching out their fingers, trying to stir the water surface, causing ripples.

Luo's mother coaxed softly, "It's not the right weather to play in the water yet. Let's go to the front and take a look."

Yun Yiru was gently pulled back to her side by her mother, with a hint of reluctance on her little face, but she obediently took Luo's mother's hand again, and the two of them walked slowly forward along the water corridor.

The wind blew gently outside the corridor, and occasionally a few pieces of tender green duckweed floated on the water.

Yun Yiru's little tail was still swinging excitedly, like a little pendulum that couldn't stop. Mother Luo looked down at her, her eyes full of tenderness.

Walking through the water corridor, you will find the small garden in the backyard. Although it is called a garden, it is more like a paradise where things grow freely.

A few old trees stood crookedly in the corner, with a few new green leaves just sprouting on their branches; scattered on the ground were small footprints made by cats from somewhere; and there was also a small piece of turned over mud.

Luo's mother took her to the muddy ground, squatted down, pointed at the two tender sprouts emerging from the soil and said, "Look, are they really growing?"

Yun Yiruo widened her eyes and exclaimed "Wow" in surprise. She stretched out her little hand carefully, but stopped in mid-air, for fear of damaging the fragile little life.

Yun Yiruo put her little face close to the two tender buds and looked at them carefully, as if whispering to them.

Luo's mother stood by and watched quietly. The sunlight shone on the child's face, reflecting the tears that had not yet completely disappeared from her eyes, but also adding a layer of warm glow.

Suddenly I felt that my daughter was like this little bud that had just broken through the soil, growing weakly yet stubbornly. As long as she had love and companionship, she would slowly bloom her own flower.

"Mom, what will it look like in the future?"

Yun Yiruo raised her head and asked curiously. Luo's mother was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well... maybe it's a very tall tree, or maybe it's a small tree full of flowers?

After hearing this, Yun Yiruo grinned even more happily, and wagged her tail faster, as if applauding her own "masterpiece".

Just then, a light breeze blew, and a young leaf suddenly fell from the branch of an old tree in the corner of the yard, landing right on Yun Yiru's head.

She was stunned for a moment and reached out to touch it. Luo's mother quickly helped her take it off and said with a smile: "It seems that Grandpa Tree also wants to say hello to Ruoruo."

Yun Yiruo giggled, took the leaf, and held it in her hand like a treasure.

The two of them walked around in the yard for a while, and Yun Yiru ran to watch the ants moving in the corner.

After a while, she squatted by the water and counted the number of fish. Luo's mother followed her closely, occasionally reminding her to be careful not to fall.

On the other side of the pond, Yun's father, who was busy in the study, happened to see the mother and daughter through the glass. He quickly packed up the documents, closed the computer with a "snap", and walked out of the study happily.

At this moment, Yun Yiruo was exactly the same as described in Jiang Ling's information.

Despite the solid evidence of her age right in front of her, Yun Yiruo seemed to have been forgotten by time, and everything she did seemed to have been paused.

Whether it was her skeleton, appearance, various physical features, or even her mind, they all seemed to be frozen at around the age of eight.

Although his physical development has stagnated, he still retains the tenderness and innocence of a child; his way of thinking is also very different from that of his peers, making him more like a child who has not experienced the world.