The childish voice expressed the purest thoughts in her heart. Xia Yunshu finally couldn't hold it anymore. Her eyes as big as beans passed across her cheeks, but she still had to force a smile.

"Mom misses Qiao Qiao too."

"Mom can't take care of Qiao Qiao herself, so Qiao Qiao, have you taken good care of yourself recently?"

Little Song Jinqiao touched Xia Yunshu's cheek, carefully wiped away her tears bit by bit, and said sweetly, "Don't cry, Mom. Qiaoqiao is taking good care of herself. Don't worry, Mom."

"Qiao Qiao, my Qiao Qiao..." Xia Yunshu choked, and with red eyes, she hugged little Song Jinqiao in her arms.

…

Song Jinqiao's face turned pale, and the dull feeling like tinnitus in her ears made her feel uncomfortable all over. Her body was still sinking, and the surrounding sea water pressed towards her. She seemed to see countless fireflies flying around her.

…

"Want to take your mother away?" In the dark room, the man sat on the chair over there, looking at Song Jinqiao who was tied up and lying limply on the ground with his limbs weak. The corners of his lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"You're quite courageous."

"That's why I didn't kill you outright because your mother pleaded for you. Now you're seeking death on your own."

The girl lying on the ground looked to be about 15 or 16 years old. Her shoulder-length black hair was draped behind her, and it was impossible to see the expression on her face.

At this time, a man in a suit walked in anxiously and said a few words in the man's ear, but the man's face changed slightly. He suddenly stood up and was about to go out. Suddenly, he stopped and casually glanced at Song Jinqiao who was half-dead on the ground.

"Throw it to the back mountain, and live if you can."

…

Song Jinqiao was covered in scars and limped into the manor hall. When Rong Ma, who had been waiting at the door since early morning, saw her, she hurried over to support her.

"Miss, the head of the family is here."

After a pause, Rong's mother leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Madam is here too."

Song Jinqiao's pupils suddenly shrank and his body froze in place.

"Miss, please come with me to change your clothes first."

Song Jinqiao came back to his senses, took a deep breath, nodded, and followed Rong Ma into his room through another door.

Rong's mother treated her wounds with concern and then walked out.

Song Jinqiao changed into a clean white casual outfit, stood in front of the mirror and repeatedly confirmed that the wounds on her body would not be exposed, and applied some perfume on her body to cover up the smell of medicine.

Rong's mother, who was waiting at the door, saw Song Jinqiao come out, looking fine. She couldn't help but shed tears of heartache, but she quickly wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Song Jinqiao walked into the hall and saw the woman sitting on the sofa from a distance. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she ran over. Rong's mother followed behind her and couldn't help calling her.

"Miss, slow down."

If you run so fast when you are still injured, the wound will tear.

Song Jinqiao didn't care about those things. She ran to Xia Yunshu and ignored Song Yanli who was sitting next to her. She stared at Xia Yunshu with sparkling eyes, "Mom!"

Song Yanli released his arms around Xia Yunshu's waist, whispered a few words in her ear, and then stood up and left. Rong's mother was also very tactful and left the hall, leaving space for the two of them.

With no one else around, Xia Yunshu breathed a sigh of relief and patted the seat next to her. Song Jinqiao quickly sat next to her.

"Mom!" Her black and white eyes stared at Xia Yunshu, as if she could see a flower on Xia Yunshu's face.

Xia Yunshu held her hand, his eyes like bright sunshine, revealing endless tenderness as always: "Qiao Qiao, how are you recently?"

Song Jinqiao held her hand, and her palm was as soft and gentle as in her memory, as if it had the power to heal all pain and was filled with a full sense of happiness.

"Don't worry, mom. I'm fine."

Just seeing a mother like her makes everything she does worth it.

When Song Jinqiao approached, Xia Yunshu faintly smelled the scent of potion. Although it was covered by perfume, she had been in contact with potions for more than ten years and was very familiar with this smell.

"Injured?"

She knew that the man often assigned tasks to her daughter, but she had no way to stop him. She could only please the man in the hope that he would not be cruel to her daughter.

Song Jinqiao subconsciously pulled back his arm, not wanting her to notice: "No, mom, I'm not hurt."

Of course Xia Yunshu could tell that she was hiding something. As a daughter, she still couldn't break the habit of lying in front of her closest people.

She forcefully pulled her wrist over, gently stroked her palm, and said with a smile: "Okay, I still don't understand you. The wound must not have been treated well, right... Let's go back to the room and mom will help you treat the wound."

Song Jinqiao was a little greedy for the beauty of the moment, so she nodded, followed Xia Yunshu into her room, took out the medicine box and handed it to her.

Although it had been treated once before, it was indeed a bit hasty. By the time Xia Yunshu had carefully treated all the wounds on her body, it was already late.

"Mom." Song Jinqiao rubbed against Xia Yunshu's side, "Are you sleeping here tonight?"

Xia Yunshu touched her head, smiled and nodded, and Song Jinqiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

When sleeping at night, Song Jinqiao was held by her mother.

Feeling Xia Yunshu beside her, she felt an unprecedented peace in her heart. Her whole body and mind relaxed and she fell asleep in a short while.

When Song Jinqiao fell into a deep sleep, Xia Yunshu, who had fallen asleep, slowly opened her eyes, sat up her upper body and looked at Song Jinqiao's sleeping profile. She couldn't help but smile and covered her with the quilt.

"Mom..." Song Jinqiao beside her murmured softly, and Xia Yunshu quickly went back to sleep.

…

Song Jinqiao had never felt so at ease. She slept until she woke up naturally. When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw pitch black.

"Qiao Qiao is awake?"

A deep and rich voice sounded in her ears, but she saw her sleeping in a man's arms.

"Who are you!" Song Jinqiao suddenly stood up, took several steps back, and stared at the man.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face was maddeningly handsome, noble and elegant, his golden eyes fixed on her, he had an air of looking down on the world.

"Qiao Qiao, don't you recognize me? I'm Nan Ming."

South Sea?

For some reason, she was in a trance when she heard the name.

This name sounded so familiar, she seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Nan Ming stared at her straightly: "Qiao Qiao, I want to propose to you."

"Can we be a couple?"

Get married?

Song Jinqiao felt his heart skip a beat, and he had trouble breathing and felt short of breath.

"Who are you? I don't know you!"

"What is a couple? I don't know what you're talking about!"