How much energy would that take?
The emperor recalled the dark circles under the child's eyes, and his eyes were filled with bitterness.
Is it for me?
"Ah!" The paper stayed for a while, then turned into streams of light and flew back into the sky.
The streams of light slowly converge.
The dark sky is also said to show streaks of light and shadow.
When the little fat cub was just learning to speak, Emperor Mingxi stood somewhere else, teasing him with a cloth tiger.
The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, and behind the dragon and phoenix pillar, a young figure tilted his head and looked at him.
The lights and shadows were moving, and countless people looked up at the sky, as if from these lights and shadows.
I saw a father who loved his son dearly.
He also worried about his children, and he was also very happy for his father.
He stayed dressed when his child was sick and worried when his child cried.
Is this His Majesty?
The light curtain slowly faded away, and thousands of words gradually merged into one sentence: "I wish my father a happy birthday. I hope you are very happy, just like me. I don't know what bothers you, why you are always frowning... Yu'er loves you very much."
The words are sincere and every sentence is affectionate.
From these childish words, one can feel a child's deep attachment to his father.
"Woo woo." There was a crying sound.
One cry leads to more cries.
But the emperor just kept looking at the sky and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Xiao Yuan!" What a naughty baby.
Emperor Mingxi turned around and saw Fatty holding a big bowl and looking at him happily.
"Xiao Yuan, happy birthday, do you like it..." The chatterbox kept chattering.
The emperor stared at him in amazement.
"The fish will be better next time... Xiaoyuan, you are crying..." The voice stopped abruptly.
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