"Mother..." the little boy murmured, his voice weak as he drifted into unconsciousness. Only his mother was the best, the one who would never hurt him, the gentlest of all..
He was only a few months old when his mother left, and only had a vague memory of her, but now...His mostThe warmth makes me want to lie downIn his armssleep.
Tears streamed down his pale face.He fell.A group,Shivering and fainting, she curled up in the cold corner of the bed..
A muffled groan came from the jade bed on the other side. Although Shi Yi was young...Small, but without fear, with bright, intelligent double pupils.Now, he was biting into a piece of...Mu, covered in cold sweat, persevered despite the excruciating pain.
"Good child, you must endure it. After today, you will soar to the sky, and no one will
