From the moment Xing Zhaozhao gave birth to Xiao Hongling, when she gained a new memory, she told Gao Mingcheng everything that had happened in the past year.
Gao Mingcheng trembled involuntarily as he listened: "So, in that world, you, your daughter, and Xiao Yumo were all gone, leaving only Dafei, who was..." lame in one leg?
Xing Zhaozhao sobbed and nodded gently: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I didn't take good care of the three children."
Feeling the hot tears fall on his chest, Gao Mingcheng felt his heart tremble. He hugged the person in his arms tightly: "No, it's my fault..." He didn't believe the wives in the army, but instead placed his hopes on such a father and mother. He had thought too highly of them, thinking that if he fed them well, they could be tamed a little. However, a jackal is still a jackal after all, and he shouldn't have had any expectations of them.
He didn't know how his counterpart in that other world dealt with those two old guys, but he figured she wouldn't have been merciful. However, no matter how she sought revenge, what was lost was lost forever and could never be regained.
Xing Zhaozhao nestled against Gao Mingcheng's chest, and after crying herself to sleep, she drifted off to sleep.
Gao Mingcheng's mind was filled with what Xing Zhaozhao had told him, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He finally managed to doze off in the middle of the night, but he had a dream.
It was a very cold winter night. The train was delayed, and it was already past midnight when it arrived at the station. It had just snowed, and the roads were difficult to walk on, but he still carried his luggage and trudged home with difficulty. A voice deep in his heart kept urging him to hurry up, to be faster. He dared not delay.
Standing at the familiar door of his home, he suppressed his excitement and knocked on the door.
No one agreed.
He frowned, then knocked again.
This time, there was finally a response from inside. The old lady shouted at the top of her lungs, "Is she dead? Second son's wife? Didn't you hear someone knocking? Go open the door!"
His heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. After waiting for a moment and seeing no response from inside, his unease intensified. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open and rushed into the room: "Zhao Zhao?"
The room was as cold as an ice cave. The once thin and small person was now skin and bones, covered only by a thin cotton-padded jacket. He lay stiffly on the bed, his face pale and lifeless. A heart-wrenching pain instantly spread from his chest to every part of his body: "Zhao Zhao!"
Gao Mingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly. He was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, covered in sweat.
It was just a dream, but he felt as if he had really experienced it. He felt an emptiness in his heart, and there were still waves of throbbing pain.
He instinctively reached into his pocket, only to find nothing there.
The person who was sleeping in his arms just moments ago is gone.
"Zhao Zhao..." Gao Mingcheng panicked and immediately turned to look for her.
The sky outside had just begun to brighten, still hazy, but there was enough light to see clearly that Xing Zhaozhao was right beside him, sleeping soundly.
He quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
But that's not enough.
He buried his face in her neck and gently nibbled at it.
Xing Zhaozhao was half asleep when she subconsciously hugged his neck, nuzzled him, and whispered, "What's wrong, Mingcheng?"
It's still not enough.
Gao Mingcheng rolled over and pinned the person beneath him.
Xing Zhaozhao fully regained consciousness and instinctively tried to call out, "Gao..."
Gao Mingcheng covered her mouth: "Shh, be careful not to wake the child."
Xing Zhaozhao glared at him fiercely. How dare he say that?
Gao Mingcheng lowered his head and rubbed his face against hers.
Xing Zhaozhao was taken aback when she felt a wet patch.
"I just had a dream, Zhao Zhao," Gao Mingcheng said softly, his voice slightly hoarse. "I rushed home desperately, but I couldn't even see you one last time..."
Xing Zhaozhao realized what was happening, her heart tightened, her nose tingled, and she hugged the person tightly...
When Ying Hongyi woke up, it was already broad daylight. Seeing that his wife and daughter were still asleep beside him, he didn't wake them. He quietly got up, took a basin, and went out to wash up first, letting them sleep a little longer.
As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw Gao Mingcheng standing shirtless by the well, taking a cold shower. Several fresh scratches were clearly visible on his broad back, which didn't seem to have appeared yesterday.
Ying Hongyi walked over and smiled ambiguously: "You really have a lot of energy. Aren't you afraid of tiring your sister-in-law out?"
Gao Mingcheng turned his head and glanced at him sideways: "Get lost." His voice was still hoarse.
Ying Hongyi raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise, "What happened? What did your sister-in-law do to you? How did she make you lose your voice?"
Gao Mingcheng stared at him coldly, then suddenly grabbed him and pulled him outside.
"What?" Ying Hongyi was completely confused.
"It's still early, let's practice in the woods over there," Gao Mingcheng said expressionlessly.
Ying Hongyi felt a sudden panic and tried to refuse: "I won't..."
"Objection overruled." Gao Mingcheng forcibly dragged the man out.
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