Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Qin Lie ran wildly until he heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, at which point he suddenly stopped.

He gazed at the moon reflected in the sea, lost in thought.

The warmth from his embrace had vanished, and not even a trace of it remained on his fingertips.

"Father..." The young man's voice still lingered in my ears.

That one word, "Father," completely shattered his defenses.

He had a strange feeling, as if he had really been a father.

Even though he knew that the young man was a lackey of the Temple of Holy Light, or even that he was using sorcery to bewitch him, he still couldn't help but want to embrace him deeply.

Fortunately, he managed to pull himself out of the situation and retain his composure.

But this action did not free him.

He was so engrossed in hearing those repeated calls of "Father" that he didn't want to pull himself out.

His memories were a blank sheet of paper; he couldn't recall even the slightest trace of them. Yet, his intuition kept telling him that he had once had a child.

But where is the child?

Could it be that young man with the rooster-motif?

If so, who am I? What is my relationship with the Temple of Holy Light? And how should I conduct myself?

The sea breeze was salty and slightly cool, and at this moment, all of Qin Lie's senses finally returned to themselves.

The palpitations still made him breathe rapidly, and even the sea breeze could not soothe the restlessness in his heart.

and many more!

Qin Lie suddenly realized what was happening.

He was clearly a terracotta figure; he couldn't breathe, couldn't feel palpitations, and couldn't sense the temperature or smell of the sea breeze...

what happened?

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he cautiously raised his hand and tentatively placed it on his chest.

Thump, thump...

Qin Lie reacted as if he had been branded with a hot iron, jerking his hand away with utter astonishment in his eyes.

The next moment, he carefully placed his hand back on his chest.

Thump, thump...

The vibration in my chest came through my palms, so real, so long-lost…

It was a heartbeat! It really was a heartbeat!

Qin Lie prided himself on being rational and calm, but at this moment, his mind went blank, as if something had exploded in his mental sea.

A terracotta figurine came to life with a heartbeat...

What an illogical miracle!

He had killed countless divine messengers and witnessed countless sinister spells.

But I have never seen the Holy Light Temple magic that could make the terracotta figurines feel a heartbeat.

If there is holy light in the world, then this is the true holy light.

The image of the young man with the rooster-like hairpin resurfaced in Qin Lie's mind, and this time, Qin Lie completely overturned his previous assumptions.

He murmured, "What is your true identity?"

……

Anya has been wandering around the Temple of Holy Light for the past few days.

She was waiting for her fake son to come to her.

She didn't want freedom anymore.

She discovered that no one outside treated her as well as her fake son.

She still wanted to be with her adopted son forever.

But she's always so busy, like a spinning top, and just won't come, as if she's completely forgotten about her mother.

Anya grew increasingly anxious and irritable as she waited, to the point of nearly going crazy.

So, on a dark and stormy night, she rolled up her sleeves, lifted her skirt, and climbed over the high wall of the Temple of Holy Light.

She wanted to see if her fake son missed her when the night was quiet!

Unexpectedly, through the window, she saw her adopted son combing another woman's hair.

"Mother, do you like my hair styled this way?"

Anya was completely stunned by the word "mother".

Her mouth gaped open, her face filled with astonishment. Her fake son had actually found another mother!

No wonder I've been acting like I've forgotten about her these past few days.

Wei Jin looked at her daughter in the mirror, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

No mother would want her daughter to turn into a big, silly girl with a rooster-like hairstyle.

Even when she was insane, she was no exception.

"Don't worry about Mom's hairstyle, worry about your own."

Qin Youyou looked at herself with her rooster-like hairstyle in the mirror and found it a bit of an eyesore.

But there was nothing she could do; this was a hairstyle personally cut by Tony the God of War, so how could she change it so easily?

Qin Youyou combed Wei Jin's hair smoothly and then began her daily routine of feeding her mother.

She took out a variety of mild and nourishing spiritual fruits newly produced by QQ Farm to divert Wei Jin's attention: "Mom, these small mulberries are delicious, you should try them."

Wei Jin indeed stopped mentioning the rooster-head hairstyle, took a bite, and shook his head: "It's not tasty."

Qin Youyou then picked up another handful of small nuts: "Why don't you try this one?"

Wei Jin chewed and nodded: "Hmm, this is good, but it's still not as good as meat. Mom wants to eat your old plucked chicken."

Qin Youyou was both amused and exasperated: "That won't do."

Baldy is one of her trump cards, one she usually doesn't dare to reveal.

"However, I do have some other chickens; I'll roast some chicken legs for you later."

"Okay, okay, okay." Wei Jin was very happy to be coaxed by her daughter, her eyes crinkling with laughter, making her even more radiant and beautiful.

Outside, Anya's face was contorted with rage.

Why should this woman have the right to do this?!

Why should he steal her fake son?!

Just because she's prettier than me?

Okay, if that's the case, then she admits it.

But she was not willing to give up!

Originally, this scene of maternal love and filial piety should have been shared by Anya and her adopted son!

Anya gritted her teeth, but she suppressed her temper and listened intently.

Seeing that her mother was pleased, Qin Youyou began to implement her plan.

He gently coaxed, "Mother, have you ever thought about finding a father for your child?"

Wei Jin was taken aback.

"father?"

Anya outside was also taken aback. Father?

Oh right, Wahaha is dead, so the fake son is fatherless now.

Could it be that her adopted son, like her, longs for family affection and therefore wants to find a father?

No wonder they're mother and son; they're perfectly in sync.

She wanted a perfect fake son, and the fake son wanted a perfect pair of parents.

So what kind of man meets the criteria for a fake son?

Anya started thinking.

If the fake son's fake mother is so beautiful, then his fake father must also be exceptionally handsome and dashing, right?

Perhaps, the standard for a fake son is appearance?

Anya understood.