Like the gentle breeze blowing across her cheeks, like the moon that never sets as she walks across the vast, uninhabited wilderness, like...
Mother.
Si Ruoyun leaned in Qin Miaoyun's arms, her voice soft.
"If my mother were here, she would definitely be as gentle as Aunt Yun."
"Madame Rong said that my mother is a very gentle person. She wants to help everyone she meets who she can help. She is full of love for this world. She loves every blade of grass and every tree in this world, loves the wind, loves the clouds, loves the rain, loves the fog..."
Si Ruoyun's memories of her mother all remain in Rong Mama's nagging.
However, Rong Mama was old and could not remember anything. She kept repeating the same few words over and over again.
But every time, Si Ruoyun listened very carefully, and then sketched out the appearance of her mother in her mind.
Mother should not be too tall, should be thin, should have a pair of eyes that seem to hide two pools of clear springs, should have shallow dimples on her lips, should hold her in her arms, gently pat her back, and coax her to sleep.
"Asleep."
Qin Miaoyun looked at Si Ruoyun who was sleeping soundly in her arms, and looked helplessly at Si Dalang on the side.
"Let her sleep."
Si Dalang glanced at Si Ruoyun and said, "It's so pitiful that the little girl lost her parents at such a young age."
"Isn't our daughter pitiful?"
Qin Miaoyun rolled her eyes.
"It's because my daughter is pitiful that I have to be nice to this little girl. I hope that the world will treat my daughter kindly as well."
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