Xiaoxiao tugged at Fengguang's sleeve, "Then...then don't tell my father that I wear red clothes in the future."

"Okay, I won't tell him." Feng Guang sat on the bed. "Is Xiaoxiao very afraid of your father?"

Xiaoxiao nodded, then shook her head.

Feng Guang chuckled, "What kind of answer is that?"

“When Father is not angry, he is very gentle, and when he is angry, he is also very gentle. My uncles and I do not know when he is happy or when he is unhappy, so we dare not talk to him casually.”

"Such an unpredictable person... your mother must have had a very hard life."

Xiaoxiao's eyes dimmed. "Father said that my mother left when I was still a baby."

Feng Guang paused, then said, "I've left..."

"Um... my uncles told me that it was because bad guys wanted to kill my father that my mother left to protect him and me. So my mother didn't abandon my father and Xiaoxiao." Xiaoxiao was afraid that Fengguang wouldn't believe her and would think she was a child her mother didn't want, so she quickly added, "My father said that when he comes out, he will take Xiaoxiao to find my mother. But Xiaoxiao couldn't wait, so she sneaked out."

Feng Guang suddenly realized, "I saw in your file that you are an orphan, so you secretly slipped out of your home."

"Ah, I told you!" Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and pleaded, "Please don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want to be kicked out, I want to stay here and find my mother."

"Your mother...is a member of the Xuanmen sect?"

"Yes, yes! My uncles said that my mother is a disciple of the Xuanmen sect, and the people who want to kill my father are also bad people from the Xuanmen sect. I need to find my mother quickly and bring her back, otherwise it will be very dangerous for me to stay in the Xuanmen sect, which is full of bad people."

Feng Guang teased her deliberately, "You're talking about the mystical sects of bad people, but does that include me?"

"No, no, you're the best! You're beautiful, sweet-hearted, and kind-hearted!"

"Alright, no need to praise me like that. I won't tell anyone you're a runaway." Feng Guang raised her sword finger slightly, and the candlelight went out. She pulled the little girl to lie down on the bed, let her sleep on the inside, covered her with a blanket, and asked with a smile, "What's your mother's name? Maybe I know her."

Moonlight streamed through the window, and Xiaoxiao saw Fengguang's face, which appeared even more gentle in the moonlight. She couldn't help but snuggle closer to her mother. "Mother is mother. I don't know her name, but she is very beautiful, even more beautiful than me."

"She must be even prettier than me."

"Although you're pretty too, you're definitely not as pretty as my mother." After climbing the mountain for an hour, Xiaoxiao lay down on the bed, her eyelids drooping. She mumbled sleepily, "Xiaoxiao will definitely find her mother. With her mother around, Father won't ignore Xiaoxiao so often..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until only her faint, long breaths could be heard. The little girl was truly exhausted.

Feng Guang gently patted her back, murmuring softly, "Xiaoxiao, oh Xiaoxiao, is your name a coincidence, or because..."

She didn't finish her sentence. She herself found the initial guess too absurd, and something else reminded her that her guess was completely unfounded.

All her memories of this world, from childhood to adulthood, are in her mind. Besides, she is only sixteen years old (by Chinese reckoning), so how could she possibly have given birth to a six or seven-year-old daughter?

Feng Guangshen thought he was being too neurotic.