Their mother is still alive?
They even placed such a powerful puppet in the Cloud Hidden Clan, just to wait for the right opportunity to give her that sliver of chance.
"alright."
Before she could think further, Song Chaoxuan handed the newly carved wooden plaque to his eldest daughter.
Song Tingwan calmly accepted it and channeled her divine sense into the wooden plaque carved with talismans.
"Such puppets only exist in the Upper Realm—"
"He disappeared from the world, and no one remembered him, not even the Heavenly Way could detect it."
"Did your mother do something to it?"
Just three short sentences.
There was no scene like the one in the previous Lei Mu box.
Concise and to the point.
Song Tingwan pursed her lips and sat down where he had been working diligently.
He picked up his tools, recalling how he carved talismans on wooden plaques.
This is what her father taught her when she was little.
At first, I used it to amuse her.
But as she grew older, she stopped liking to play. Her father then racked his brains and drew pictures of talismans, creating all sorts of cute and beautiful scenes for her.
When she was little, Song Tingwan begged to learn, but the talisman drawing was too complicated, so she gave up after two days.
But she still clearly remembers the musical notes drawn on the wooden sign.
Song Tingwan wasn't as skilled as her father, and it took her quite a while to hand the wooden plaque to him.
Song Chaoxuan smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, "Check if Awan has forgotten anything."
The spirit enters the wooden tablet.
"That white magnolia hairpin that no one remembers and can't be photographed has become part of my body, seemingly a glimmer of hope left to me by my mother."
“My mother told me to live well, she said she was waiting for us.”
The wooden sign vanished into thin air in his hands.
Song Chaoxuan suddenly laughed.
"Your mother is rarely this reliable."
When he spoke of his wife, his expression softened, and he seemed to miss her dearly.
Song Tingwan swallowed the words she couldn't say, "Mother is still alive."
Judging from her father's expression, it seemed that he had known all along, yet he hadn't revealed a word to them.
His daughter glared at him reproachfully, but Song Chaoxuan smiled and pointed upwards.
Your mother is waiting for you in the upper realm.
In his past life, there was no interference from him and Ah Shu.
The whole game is lost.
This time, it's him and it's A-Shu.
This tragedy must not be repeated.
However, he didn't know whether the sliver of hope his wife had left behind would be enough to save Awan.
It was fate that they were destined to die.
Even if He were to live again once, twice, or even a hundred times, He would still have a hundred or a thousand ways to deal with them.
Heaven's will is to die, but Heaven's way is to live.
In the cracks.
These tools, forced to sacrifice themselves and compel A Yao to grow, are desperately trying to survive.
If possible.
He also fantasized that one day his family could be reunited.
"What is Father thinking?"
Seeing the sadness in his eyes, Song Tingwan paused, then frowned and spoke.
"I was thinking about your mother." Song Chaoxuan smiled frankly.
Song Tingwan smiled too.
"Then we must all try our best to live, and together with Ayao, go to find our mother."
The father and daughter smiled at each other.
Afterwards, Song Chaoxuan accompanied her to clean up the dilapidated bamboo houses on the street, bit by bit.
Even though she has lost all her memories, Awan still remembers him.
"All the other jewelry he made has vanished with the smoke, except for the ones he gave you."
"Keep them safe; perhaps one day..."
"Our memories, and Uncle Zhu's memories, will all come back."
The father and daughter stood in front of the newly renovated bamboo house.
Song Chaoxuan patted his daughter's head and gently comforted her.
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