"Mother..."
Seeing Qingxi's frantic state, the little girl couldn't stop the tears from flowing. She opened her arms and ran over, wanting to hug her and make her feel less bad.
But Qingxi seemed to have lost her mind and pushed the little dumpling away.
The little dumpling fell heavily to the ground, its palm landing squarely on the dagger that Yu Yiman had dropped.
A burning sensation came from the palm of her hand, and the little dumpling raised her hand to see blood flowing out.
The crimson blood instantly silenced Qingxi. She looked at the little baby on the ground, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.
"Dumpling..."
Qingxi didn't know why she called out that name.
She tore off a strip from the hem of her skirt and rushed over to wrap it around the little girl's hands.
"Mommy, it hurts~" the little dumpling pouted and said aggrievedly, her eyes filled with tears.
The pain in Qingxi's heart slowly spread to her brain.
It was as if someone in her head was telling her, "Leave! Leave them now!"
While bandaging the little dumpling's wounds, Qingxi fought against the voice in her head.
But the longer she stayed with the little dumpling, the more her head ached.
Until blood seeped from her ears.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" The little dumpling wiped away her tears, looking at her mother with a mixture of fear and happiness.
Qingxi shook her head, and with difficulty uttered a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Does your hand... still hurt?"
It hurts! It hurts so much!
But fearing that her mother would be sad, the little dumpling could only shake her head and force a smile.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Mom wrapped my hand, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Qingxi moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but the tearing pain in her brain intensified, making her unable to utter a single word.
Seeing her in pain, Mu Ting pulled her into his arms.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
The embrace was warm and familiar. Qingxi tried hard to recall something, but she couldn't remember anything.
Suddenly, an angry voice rang out.
"Let her go! Unless you want her dead!"
Everyone turned to look, and saw Huyan Sai walking towards them step by step with a cold face.
His icy gaze softened slightly when he saw the woman in Mu Ting's arms.
"Qing, come here." Huyan Sai stretched out his hand.
These words were like a demonic chant, and Qingxi's mind seemed to be out of control. She pushed Mu Tingzheng away and walked to Hu Yanse's side.
His eyes were filled with deep longing.
Mu Ting looked at the two people standing together with a puzzled expression, clenching his fists tightly.
"What did you do to my wife?" Mu Tingzheng asked.
“Your wife? She’s clearly mine.” Huyanse met his gaze.
"Pah! She's clearly my mother." The little dumpling said angrily, hands on her hips.
Huyan Sai heard the sound and looked down.
There was a child with fire in his eyes.
She's so cute, like a miniature version of Qing. Huyanse couldn't help but laugh; he thought that if he and Qing had a child, that child should look just like her.
“Little child, if you come back to the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom with me and become my child, you can stay with your mother forever.” Huyan Sai reached out his hand to the little dumpling.
The little dumpling stormed over and slapped him hard across the face with her small hand.
"Tch! You're trying to fool me after lying to my mother. I'm not falling for it."
The little dumpling proudly raised its chin.
Huyan Sai shrugged. "There's nothing we can do about it. Your mother can only stay by my side. If she leaves me, she will die! And the closer you are to her, the faster she will die!"
"What do you mean?" The Mu family members all stood behind the little dumpling.
"Because Huyan Sai put a love potion on her!" Yu Yiman said sarcastically from the side.
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