After hearing what He Wan said, Chen Yi looked ashamed. He reached out and held He Wan in his arms, saying in a hoarse voice, "Ah Wan, you have suffered so much over the years."

He Wan leaned in Chen Yi's arms, shook his head and said, "It's not hard. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have broken your legs, and this family wouldn't have become like this."

Chen Yi rested his chin on He Wan's head, sighed and said, "I don't blame you, it's because I'm incompetent."

He Wan showed a sweet smile on her face and whispered softly, "Husband, you are so kind."

Chen Yi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and a hint of red appeared on his face.

In the other room, Mo Mo carefully placed the porridge on the table by the dim candlelight, turned around and looked at the person lying on the bed and asked, "Big Brother, can you get up by yourself?"

The person on the bed moved slightly, and in a moment, he sat up from the bed, revealing a cold face, with dark and deep eyes, clear facial features, and a coldness in his handsomeness. He exuded an intimidating aura of dignity. The only thing that did not match his cold temperament was the bell chain on his wrist that jingled with his every move.

Seeing the bell, his identity was self-evident. He was the Huazhou God of War Hua Yihen who was rumored to be dead.

Mo Mo was obviously not afraid of Hua Yihen at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "Big brother, you are so beautiful. You are even more beautiful than my mother before she was injured."

"Was that your mother just now?" Hua Yihen frowned slightly. The woman just now had two obvious scars on her face. If it weren't for those two scars, she would still be a beauty.

"Yes." Mo Mo turned around, picked up the porridge on the table, handed it to Hua Yihen and said, "Big brother, have some porridge."

Hua Yihen reached out and took the porridge from Mo Mo's hand. Looking at the porridge that was so thin that it couldn't be thinner, he reached out and scooped it into the bowl twice with a spoon. He saw a few green spots in it and realized that it was not white porridge, but vegetable leaf porridge.

Seeing that Hua Yihen hadn't eaten yet, Mo Mo couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, don't you like porridge? Mother said you were injured and have been in a coma for many days. Drinking some porridge is good for your health."

Hua Yihen didn't say anything. He drank all the porridge without leaving a drop.

In previous wars, when food and supplies had not arrived from the rear, he had to eat much worse than this.

Mo Mo took the empty bowl from Hua Yihen's hand, couldn't help but laugh, and asked: "Big brother, do you want more? I'll go get you some."

Hua Yihen raised his hand slightly and said, "No need."

"Oh." He said silently.

"Where is this place?" Hua Yihen asked.

He silently replied, "This is Chenjia Village." Then, he walked to the window, opened it, and pointed to a dark mountain in the distance. With a longing look on his face, he said, "Beyond that mountain is Liangcheng. Mom said there are many people and interesting things in the city. When I grow up, I must take Mom and Dad to see the city."

Hua Yihen looked at the innocent Momo and couldn't help but think of Ji Xingzhi. Back then, Xue Zhao was also the same age, but he was much more cunning than Momo. He was also very good at lying and had deceived him for so many years.

Thinking of this, Hua Yihen's face instantly turned as cold as ice.

As if sensing Hua Yihen's bad mood, he silently closed the window, frowned, and asked worriedly, "Big brother, are you feeling unwell?"

Hua Yihen paused slightly, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."