Perhaps in Xiaoxiao's heart, she did not have the awareness of being a beautiful woman at all.

Beautiful women and cute little girls belong to the "vulnerable group" in the heart of a person who has been practicing the imperial mind for so many years.

Being protected is a natural thing.

Not only did she hurt her mother's heart, but she even got hurt her sister and became weak...

My brother went too far this time.

Although Xiaoxiao's emotions were almost not revealed, how could Ye Weilan, as a mother, not know her daughter?

She hugged Xiaoxue and said gently, "Baby, Mommy and my sister are here to find my brother today. My brother will tell you to take Mommy and my sister out to play tomorrow."

Smile and pursed his mouth, "Mommy..."

"For mommy, there is nothing more important than family harmony. If one day, Xiaoxiao and brother..." Ye Weilan paused, and a bright sadness flashed across his eyes. "Mommy hopes that she can see Xiaoxiao and brother, be the best brother and sister, baby is the sister, and brother will protect her..."

How come Xiaoxiao can’t understand what her mother means?

They are all the flesh that fell from her body. Xiao Yechen and Xiaoxiao have that kind of character, both of whom are not slutty to each other. Once the conflict breaks out, things will only make things worse.

Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to make her mother embarrassed, and Ye Weilan was in the world now, so she wouldn't do anything in front of her mother.

Xiaoxiao lowered her head, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Mommy, baby, I understand."

"So good." Ye Weilan smiled. When she saw her little daughter, she was very happy and her depression in her heart was dissipated a lot.

Xiaoxiao coaxed his mother Ye Weilan and smiled, Xiaoxue leaned against her mother and sat obediently.

Ye Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the laughter coming from the room.

Sure enough, children are all pistachios in this world.

She went back to sleep and left enough space for the mother and daughter.

...

A piece of darkness.

The thin figure stumbled and ran from the dark corridor.

Countless people who were deeply trapped in the abyss, with distorted faces stretched out their withered hands and wanted to steal the faint light of firefly from his hand.

He seemed to have become very short, looking at the very small and delicate child with fear, carefully protecting the only beacon in his hand.

He was crying and screaming, and he called his mother, his tender throat was bleeding, but in the dark place, even his heartbeat seemed to be approaching the devil's footsteps.

He was like chasing a shadow, flying moths to a fire, gambled and running forward, maintaining that little bit of crumbling belief, looking for the light that could save him.

There is really a light coming into view.

It seemed that someone had opened the entrance to hell, and he finally saw the light. The child showed a crying smile on his face. He ran over without hesitation, shouting "Mommy" loudly...

Someone once said that heaven and hell are just a line.

Human nature and suffering, struggle in the most desperate and darkest places, when the last faith collapses, what awaits him is destruction.

He looked at the lamp in the child's heart and turned off with a "pop".

He stood alone, and at the moment he turned his head, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

A hideous figure appeared behind him, holding a big knife in his hand, slashing it hard at the child's head.

"No"

He rushed over and wanted to catch him, but he was like his shadow, no matter how he chased or ran, he would never touch it.
Chapter completed!