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

Let's both let go; let's stop being trapped in the past.

As he finished speaking, Gu Shiyu's eyes reddened and filled with tears.

His words were like sharp blades, piercing Gu Yinshen's heart.

Gu Yinshen's body jolted violently.

As if awakened, he hurriedly dragged his crippled legs toward the ice coffin, his hands trembling as he protected Ruolan's body.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she screamed in protest: "No! Ruolan will wake up...she will definitely wake up!"

Tears streamed down his face, soaking Ruolan's pristine white wedding dress...

Gu Yinshen wept uncontrollably.

His sobs echoed for a long time in the cold room, suppressed and helpless.

Gu Shiyu stood to the side, his body trembling slightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

They remained in a silent stalemate for a long time.

Finally, Gu Shiyu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his tone resolute and firm:

"Dad, I'll arrange for someone to take care of Mom's health tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for Gu Yinshen's response.

With eyes full of sorrow, Gu Yinshen gazed at Gu Shiyu's retreating figure and whispered hoarsely:

"...Okay, Xiao Yu, I'll listen to you."

Gu Shiyu paused slightly and sighed.

I could hear a hint of restraint and heartbreak in my father's voice.

"Xiao Yu, you are very outstanding, Dad... is very proud of you."

Gu Yinshen spoke again, his voice filled with deep affection.

Gu Shiyu slowly closed his eyes, trying to suppress his surging emotions.

He took one last deep look at his mother, who lay peacefully in the ice coffin, and then turned and walked out of the ice chamber.

Inside the ice room,

Gu Yinshen gazed silently and affectionately at Ruolan's face.

After a long time, he pressed the remote control switch.

The windows around the room slowly opened, letting in a cool breeze.

He stared blankly out the window into the distance, his gaze distant.

Looking back at Ruolan, who was sleeping peacefully, a faint, gentle smile appeared on her lips.

He murmured softly, "Ruolan, you will always be my dearest..."

.........

in the room

Aunt Xue lay on the bed, her face pale, and the wound wrapped in gauze looked shocking.

Mengmeng's eyes were red as she stood by the bed, sobbing softly. The little white fox perched on her shoulder, squeaking to comfort her.

The Gu family's medical team reported that the bullet had been removed and Aunt Xue was out of danger.

Gu Jingsi waved for them to leave.

Once the room was quiet, Mengmeng cautiously approached Aunt Xue's bedside and sadly called out:

"Aunt Xue..."

Her soft, sweet voice was tinged with suppressed sobs.

She closed her eyes, raised her small hand, and summoned a swarm of spirit butterflies.

These magical butterflies, shimmering with ethereal light, gracefully fluttered to Aunt Xue's side, gently swirling around her wound.

As Psylocke healed, Aunt Xue's wounds gradually healed.

Mengmeng held Aunt Xue's hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Although her wounds had healed, Aunt Xue was still pale and breathing weakly and quietly due to excessive blood loss.

Looking at Aunt Xue's pale face, Mengmeng couldn't help but sob softly again.

She gently stroked Aunt Xue's hand, her voice choked with sobs, "Aunt Xue, you must wake up soon..."

at this time,

Gu Shiche brought in the spirit butterfly that he had taken from Ji Mengran, which belonged to Aunt Xue.

Seeing Mengmeng's sad appearance, Gu Shiche's eyes revealed heartache and guilt.

He walked over and squatted down next to Mengmeng, giving her a tender hug.

Gu Shiche reached out and gently wiped away the tears from Mengmeng's eyes.

With a hint of guilt and tenderness, she said, "Mengmeng, I'm so sorry, I came back late today and couldn't protect you."

His voice was filled with deep regret.

Mengmeng shook her head and whispered comfortingly, "Second brother has been very good to me, you really don't need to be sad..."

"It's because Ji Mengran is so wicked that she caused Aunt Xue's injury."

Her voice was soft yet firm, her small hand gently holding Gu Shiche's hand, her eyes shining with tender warmth.

Gu Shiche smiled slightly, his heart filled with tenderness and self-reproach.

Gu Shiche took out a glass dome from his pocket, inside which lay a frail spirit butterfly.

He handed it to Mengmeng.

"This little butterfly must have been stolen from Aunt Xue by that wicked woman."

Mengmeng stared blankly at Lingdie, her heart clenching suddenly.

The butterfly's wings were almost completely still, and its aura was as faint as a wisp of smoke, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Her eyes quickly reddened, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Mengmeng gently took the butterfly, carefully letting it land on her tiny finger, and whispered softly, "Little butterfly, don't be afraid, I will save you."

As she spoke, Mengmeng summoned a few drops of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage.

The glistening water droplets floated in the air like a string of tiny pearls, shimmering under the light.

She carefully fed the spirit spring to the spirit butterfly, and the spring slowly seeped into the butterfly's wings and body...

Gradually, the butterfly's wings began to flutter gently, shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

The fairy butterfly seemed to have regained some of its vitality, fluttering its wings and gently pacing across her fingers, emitting a soft light.

Mengmeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared in her bright eyes.

After recovering, the fairy butterfly gracefully circled around Mengmeng a few times, as if expressing its gratitude and joy.

Then, it quietly flew to Aunt Xue's side and gently landed on her lips...

Its wings trembled slightly, as if expressing its longing and reluctance to part with its master.

When Mengmeng saw this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"The little butterfly must miss Aunt Xue very much. It knows that Aunt Xue was forced to hand it over, so it doesn't blame her."

Gu Shiche gently patted Mengmeng's shoulder, his eyes full of approval.

"Yes, Mengmeng, you're right. Little Butterfly's heart and Aunt Xue's heart are connected."

Shortly after

Aunt Xue slowly opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed, as if she were no longer alive.

Upon seeing Mengmeng's adorable little face, she was deeply moved, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Mengmeng gently hugged her and soothed her tenderly.

"Aunt Xue, you have already made up for your mistake, so there's no need to apologize anymore."

Aunt Xue cried uncontrollably, “I really don’t deserve you to save me, Mengmeng, I should have died in your place.”

While wiping away her tears, Mengmeng said firmly, "Aunt Xue, you have already taken that bullet for me, and Little Butterfly has forgiven you. There is really no need to blame yourself anymore."

As she spoke, Mengmeng carefully handed the fairy butterfly to Aunt Xue.

The butterfly gently took flight, circling around Aunt Xue, and finally landed in her palm, its wings trembling slightly, as if comforting her.

Aunt Xue was stunned, staring blankly at the spirit butterfly in her palm.

She recognized it as her own fairy butterfly, and her eyes welled up again, tears streaming down her face.

Aunt Xue hugged Mengmeng tightly, tears streaming down her face. She cried uncontrollably, as if she wanted to pour out all her regret and emotion.

Gu Jingsi, Nan Yuan'er, and Gu Shiche, who were standing by, couldn't help but feel complicated emotions as they watched this scene.

Although Aunt Xue was just a servant in the Gu family, her kindness and selflessness towards Mengmeng had long transcended the master-servant relationship. When Mengmeng was in danger, she did not hesitate to take a fatal shot for her.

Gu Jingsi and Nan Yuan'er exchanged a glance, and Gu Shiche also sighed softly.

They were all deeply moved by Aunt Xue's dedication.

This loyal and kind woman demonstrated her true feelings and protection for Mengmeng through her actions.

Mengmeng raised her head, blinked her big, moist eyes, and said softly to Aunt Xue:

"Aunt Xue, from now on, please treat Mengmeng as your family, okay? Don't worry about those kids who only ask you for money anymore."

I will have my brother chase them away so they won't bother you anymore.

When you get old, I'll take care of you and support you in your old age.

As Aunt Xue listened, her eyes welled up with tears again, which streamed down her face.