Chapter 1393 (1/2)

He is only about ten years old. Although he looks like a teenager and his mind is stronger than his peers, these adults can't bear the blow one by one.

Jimo Anning, who forced herself to grow up steadily overnight, is also a little tired. I just want to sleep like this and don't wake up again.

But there was an invisible voice or feeling in the sea, which always called him and even forced him to wake up.

In the dark, it seems that something has something to do with the incision of his own blood, which is painful to the heart and lungs.

Let him cover his chest, turn over and sit up at once. A gust of wind blew through and he was chilly all over. Then he realized that he had been soaked in cold sweat.

Before he recovered from the pain, a kind, familiar and gentle voice sounded, ”Xiaobao, are you awake?”

It's my mother! It's my mother's voice!

Jimo calmed down and became stiff. He actually heard his mother's voice, but hallucination?

But even if it was an illusion, he couldn't help it. Looking up, a familiar and somewhat strange face was smiling at him, and his eyes were full of love and pity.

”Mother... Mother?” Jimo Anning can't believe his eyes.

The hand under the quilt pinched himself fiercely, and the tears came out all at once.

It's not an illusion. It's my mother who really came back.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanted to touch it, and timidly took it back, afraid it was just a dream.

The yearning in her eyes, the longing for her mother and the fear of injury all reflected in the eyes of Huan Qingyan.

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