Chapter 1393 Mom, Where Is Dad?

He was only about ten years old. Although he looked like a teenager and had a stronger mind than his peers, these blows that even adults could not withstand came one after another.

Jimo Anning, who forced himself to grow up and stabilize overnight, was also a little tired of it. He just wanted to sleep like this and not wake up again.

But there was an invisible voice or feeling in the sea of ​​consciousness that kept calling him, even forcing him to wake up.

Somehow, something seemed to be cut off from his bloodline, causing pain in his heart and lungs.

He held his chest and turned over to sit up. A gust of wind blew by, making him feel chilled all over. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Before he could recover from the pain, a familiar and gentle voice sounded: "Xiaobao, are you awake?"

It’s my mother! It’s my mother’s voice!

Jimo Anning froze. He actually heard his mother's voice, but was it an illusion?

But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it. He looked up and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of love and pity.

"Mother...mother?" Jimo Anning couldn't believe his eyes.

The hand placed under the quilt pinched himself hard, and tears suddenly burst out.

It's not a hallucination, my mother is really back.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch it, but timidly took it back, fearing that this was just a dream.

The admiration in her eyes, the longing for her mother, and the fear of getting hurt were all reflected in Huan Qingyan's eyes.

She felt a pain in her heart. This was her own bloodline and the person she felt most sorry for.

She gave birth to him, but missed the initial upbringing. Although she tried her best to make up for it later, she was later forced to return to the demon clan. No matter what the reason was, she abandoned the child again.

Now this child couldn't believe it when he saw her, which made her heartbroken.

Another thought, if he wakes up and knows that Jimo Ya has died, he doesn't know what happened.

Unable to hold back tears, she hugged Jimo Anning into her arms: "Xiaobao...Mother's little treasure...Mother is sorry for you..."

It wasn't until he was hugged into that familiar embrace, the warm breath, and the unique smell of his mother that Jimo Anning finally believed that her mother was back!

He seemed to be back to the time when he was with his mother by his side, that naughty boy who was still flying around, crying and laughing whenever he wanted.

She hugged Huan Qingyan's waist tightly, not daring to let go, "Mother...Xiaobao thought you didn't want me...Mother, don't leave Xiaobao alone, Xiaobao is afraid..." Jimo An Ning relaxed. In the end, I had no image at all. I cried loudly and wanted to seek Huan Qingyan's guarantee.

Huan Qingyan felt extremely guilty, and quickly swore that she would never leave him alone again, and then she stabilized Xiaobao's mood.

When Xiaobao calmed down, he looked at his mother's chest where she was crying so much that she had runny noses and tears, and then rubbed her red, swollen and sore eyes, finally showing a bit of embarrassment.

I looked around the room with my eyes. It looked familiar. It seemed to be the decoration model of the Holy Courtyard? Could it be that he is in the Holy Courtyard with his mother now?

Why didn't you see your father?

Could it be that mother hasn't forgiven father yet?

Jimo Anning rolled his eyes and timidly pulled Huan Qingyan's hand: "Mom, where is dad?"

Huan Qingyan's hand froze, she sighed, and held Xiaobao's hand with her backhand.