A steady stream of warmth was transmitted from Tan Mo's little hand to Xu Mingzhen's wound.

Xu Mingzhen only felt that the wound was a little warm, not uncomfortable, but very comfortable.

Her brows gradually relaxed, and the pain in the wound became noticeably less and less, weakening to a level that Xu Mingzhen could ignore.

Tan Mo then withdrew his hand. He felt so lazy that he didn't even have the strength to suck milk.

She knew that she was still too young and her body was not strong enough to supply so much energy. She could not completely eliminate Xu Mingzhen's pain in one go, so she could only take it slowly.

Transferring some energy to Xu Mingzhen every day, although a little slow, can make Xu Mingzhen feel a lot better.

Tan Mo also forgot his current situation. Even though he has grown up, because he is still a human, his energy is definitely not as good as when he was a little snow lotus spirit.

If you transfer too much energy, you will become weak.

So in the days that followed, whenever Xu Mingzhen hugged Tan Mo, Tan Mo would take the opportunity to give her some energy.

One day, Xu Mingzhen suddenly discovered that the pain in his wound had disappeared without him noticing.

No matter how I moved, I couldn't feel anything.

"Our Momo, you've really loved your mother since you were little." Tan Wenci also praised, "You didn't suffer when you were pregnant. Now, the wound that others would take at least six months to completely heal, your mother has already healed."

Tan Mo pretended to be confused, blinking his big eyes and chewing his fingers.

But those clear and distinct eyes couldn't help but be filled with pride.

"Oh, does this little guy understand what I mean?" Tan Wenci was surprised to find that Tan Mo's expression was so vivid.

"Is this little girl going to become a spirit?" Xu Mingzhen looked at Tan Mo with a smile on his face, and he liked her very much.

Tan Mo grew up under the love of his parents and brothers.

The little snow lotus spirit had been rooted in the ground in its previous life. Although it had intelligence, it had no freedom.

Born and raised together, the person closest to her is her master.

Besides that, I never knew what it felt like to have parents and family, let alone the happiness of being loved by my parents or the sweet troubles of being surrounded by my brothers.

But Tan Mo has experienced it in the six years since he was born.

She had long regarded them as her closest relatives and her real family.

Xu Mingzhen was dressing up the six-year-old Tan Mo beautifully, and Tan Mo let Xu Mingzhen play with her.

Because she was used to it, Xu Mingzhen treated her like a doll and his favorite thing to do every day was to dress her up.

But now, Tan Mo pouted and said, "I don't want to go to the Wei family."