The touch was cold, like touching a piece of cold jade.
She spoke softly and gently,
"Ah Sheng, go back with mom and have some sleep, then come back to see him off..."
Yuan Musheng's whole body froze for a moment, as if he had just noticed his mother's arrival, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.
He raised his eyes and glanced behind his mother. His brothers and sisters were standing there, looking at him with worried expressions.
Yuan Qi Yu clenched his fists, as if he wanted to say something but ultimately didn't speak.
Yuan Nan'an bit his lip, his eyes full of heartache.
Yuan Zhizhi curled up in Duota's arms, her little brows furrowed into a ball.
Yuan Musheng's gaze slowly shifted, finally landing on Yuan Zhao.
His throat tightened slightly, his lips moved, and after a long while, he whispered in a hoarse voice like a child,
"mother……"
When the word "mother" was called out, Mrs. Helian behind her couldn't help crying silently.
Yuan Zhao's heart was shocked, and he reached out without hesitation and hugged him tightly.
She gently stroked his back, her voice soft,
"Mom is here..."
This sentence, like a thin silk thread, stirred all of Yuan Musheng's emotions.
He could no longer hold on, so he reached out and hugged his mother back, resting his head on her shoulder, and his shoulders began to tremble.
"Mother..." His voice was hoarse and broken, filled with tearing pain, "He's dead... Ayu is dead..."
He choked and seemed to want to say something else, but before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his shoulder and his consciousness suddenly became blurred.
Yuan Zhao held him firmly with his hands, sighed softly, and looked at Dota who was standing aside and retracting his hand.
"Let him rest..."
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