"Don't cry, seeing you cry, I'm afraid to come find you again."
Su Yie gently rubbed Nan Xiaopao's head, smiling softly.
Seeing her cry with tears streaked across her face, he also felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.
At this moment, Xiao Tianfeng quietly ran back.
He tugged on Nan Xiaopao's clothes, cautiously asking, "Mother, don't cry. I really wasn't playing around, I was truly listening to Father... If you don't believe me, ask Father!"
He thought he had made Nan Xiaopao cry, so he was anxious and scared.
This was the first time he had seen his mother cry.
Nan Xiaopao turned to look at him, examining him closely, and then smiled brightly, saying, "I always wondered, if I had a son with you, what he would look like. In my dreams, it was just this little figure."
With that, she squatted down and pinched Xiao Tianfeng's cheek.
Xiao Tianfeng widened his eyes and asked in astonishment, "You're not my mother? Why do you two look exactly alike, and even have similar auras?"
