The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Gu Yinshen took the spiritual spring water, his eyes sparkling with hope, his hands trembling slightly with nervousness.

He carefully brought the water glass to Ruolan's lips and gently poured it...

But the spring water just wouldn't get into her mouth; it just kept slipping down her chin.

Gu Yinshen's face gradually darkened.

His eyes were slightly red as he murmured prayers to God, begging for a miracle.

In the end, they couldn't even get a single drop of water into his mouth.

Gu Shiyu and Gu Shiche stood to the side, their eyes filled with disappointment and helplessness.

Mengmeng wrinkled her nose, lowered her head in grievance, her eyes slightly reddening, and tried hard to think of a solution in her little head.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and remembered the scene when she saved Xiao Hei.

Mengmeng raised her head, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Dad, how about... we soak Mom in the holy water!"

Last time, Little Black was saved in this way..."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Gu Yinshen's eyes, and he nodded.

So, Mengmeng slowly transferred the spiritual spring from the Spirit Butterfly Space to the Ice Chamber.

The spring water was as clear as a mirror, gently rippling, enveloping Ruolan's body, and radiating a warm, spiritual light.

For the next three days, the Gu family members stayed in the ice room day and night.

I barely slept, filled with eager anticipation.

But as time passed, Ruolan remained as if asleep, lifeless.

Gu Yinshen's face completely lost its luster, and he looked ashen.

Gu Shiyu and Gu Shiche were equally saddened, their eyes revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

Outside the window, the petite and exquisite Bifang bird, after transforming into human form, quietly watched the movements of the ice chamber.

Its blue feathers shimmered with a faint light, its long tail feathers trembled slightly in the breeze, and the red feathers on its head made it look even more noble and magnificent.

It silently gazed at Ruolan in the spiritual spring, its expression solemn...

This woman's face seems familiar...

Seeing Mengmeng's disappointed and sad expression, Bifang's eyes dimmed slightly, and a trace of pity welled up in his heart.

It let out a soft cry, a sigh flashing in its eyes.

"Human beings... are ultimately too insignificant and pitiful."

Then, it flapped its wings and flew into the distance, disappearing into the night.

……

The next day, Mengmeng was sitting on the swing, swinging her little legs, feeling worried and disappointed for her mother.

Suddenly, with a "bang," a large, cold, and crystalline rock fell from the sky.

It hit her right on the head.

Mengmeng covered her head, her little face scrunched up.

Looking up, I saw the Bifang bird standing arrogantly on the swing set, its eyes showing a mixture of impatience and concern.

"Hooray, you've gone bad!"

Mengmeng pouted and looked at it with a wronged expression.

"Long live the Emperor" is the nickname Mengmeng gave Bifang, after all, it says it's "ten thousand years old"! When Bifang first heard this nickname, it was so angry that its feathers stood on end, but looking into Mengmeng's innocent and naive eyes, it couldn't get angry.

Bifang cried out, striking a haughty pose, and gently flapped its wings.

"Little girl, I am an ancient divine beast, how could I have such a low-level concept as 'turning bad'!"

Mengmeng pouted and stared at it, "Then why did you hit my head? It hurts!"

Bifang flicked its long tail. "Hmph, I'm just reminding you not to be sad! Look at this rock."

It gently nudged the cold stone with its paw. "It's the baby that can save your mother."

Mengmeng's eyes lit up immediately, and forgetting the pain, she picked up the "stone".

"Ouch, it's so hot!"

The stone was cold, yet it gave her a burning sensation.

She couldn't help but pull her hand away.

Mengmeng raised her little face in confusion and asked in a soft, sweet voice,

"Hooray! This ice stone can really save Mom? How do we use it?"

Bifang let out a proud cry and explained, "Silly girl, this is a divine stone from Kunlun Mountain, 100,000 years ago!"

"Plant it like a seed, and when it sprouts and blooms, the flowers can save your mother's life."

Although she was skeptical, Mengmeng endured the cold, stinging pain and put the stone seed into a basin of water, waiting for a miracle to happen.

She waited all afternoon, but the ice still hadn't melted, and her little face was full of surprise.

"Is this really a seed? Will it grow?"

With some doubts, she went to Aunt Xue and asked her to help her find a flowerpot so she could properly plant the "seed" in the soil.

Aunt Xue stayed with Mengmeng while watering the plant, comforting her, "Don't worry, Miss Mengmeng, with your careful care, it will sprout."

Mengmeng relaxed a bit and focused on watering and praying, hoping that the ice stone would sprout soon.

Suddenly, she noticed several blood-like scars on Aunt Xue's forehead.

Mengmeng was taken aback, stood on tiptoe and touched the wound, her eyes full of heartache.

"Aunt Xue, how did you get hurt? Where's Little Butterfly? Why didn't she heal you?"

As she spoke, she gently blew on it again with tenderness.

Aunt Xue's eyes flickered, as if she was a little afraid to meet Mengmeng's innocent gaze.

She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell. Thank you for your concern, Miss Mengmeng."

Seeing that Aunt Xue's eyes were slightly moist, Mengmeng assumed she was in pain, so she summoned the Little Spirit Butterfly to heal her wounds.

As Aunt Xue watched the wounds disappear, tears silently streamed down her face, and she choked out softly:

"Mengmeng, I'm sorry, actually I..."

She stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something, and turned to run away hastily.

Mengmeng was stunned, watching her departing figure with heartache, and asked Aunt Ping in confusion.

"Aunt Ping, what's wrong with Aunt Xue?"

Aunt Ping sighed softly and whispered to her, "Aunt Xue's children have recently come to our door demanding money, and they even beat her."

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng became indignant and her eyes welled up with tears.

Two bodyguards were immediately arranged to guard Aunt Xue.

In the next few days,

Mengmeng visits the ice stone seed every day, watering it and letting it bask in the sun, her little face full of anticipation.

But as time went by, the seeds still showed no signs of sprouting.

Gu Shiyu saw this and sighed with heartache, thinking that a child shouldn't have to bear so much burden.

He bent down and gently hugged Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, Mom is gone. Perhaps we should accept this reality..."

Gu Shiyu patted her little head and said gently, "You're still young. You should have your own life. Live a simple and happy life."

"I'll take you to kindergarten tomorrow, okay? There are lots of children there to play with."

Mengmeng looked at Gu Shiyu quietly. Although she was reluctant to part, she finally nodded and quietly agreed.

"Okay, brother, take me there."