In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was sobbing.

Who is it? Who is crying?

She tried desperately to clear the darkness away, and finally saw a child sobbing constantly in this darkness.

He was a very beautiful child, with white and tender skin, black hair, and delicate facial features. He was like the doll she loved when she was a child, especially her beautiful peach blossom eyes, which was even more strangely attractive.

This is... Xiao Mo? No, it's not Xiao Mo, it's A Jin. Was this A Jin from childhood?

The old clothes A Jin wore were the same as she had seen in his album before!

She ran forward desperately and hugged the little him in her arms, "Stop crying, A Jin, stop crying!" She heard her voice saying this, but the next moment, she heard the tender voice saying-

"It hurts! I hurt!"

pain?!

"Where did you hurt?" she asked anxiously, and then she saw a large area of ​​bright red seeping out of the fabric on his chest, and the area of ​​bright red was still expanding.

That's blood! He's bleeding!

She almost subconsciously reached out and pressed against his chest, trying to prevent the blood from leaking so quickly, but in the blink of an eye, her hand was already dripping blood.

Just when she was so anxious, the picture in front of her changed again. A Jin disappeared, and instead her master and his wife were smiling kindly at her.

"Yes, if you are busy with work, then leave your child here and we will help you take care of Xiao Jin."

Immediately afterwards, the picture turned into the teacher's wife holding the soup and handed it to her who was sorting out the case information under the lamp. "Yes, come and have some soup. I have been making up for several hours!"

"Teacher's wife, thank you!"

"You have called me a master's wife, what are you thanking? Your master and I have no children. To us, you and Xiao Jin seem to have a daughter and granddaughter."

At that moment, she only felt that the teacher's wife's gaze was so gentle.

Then, the picture changed again. She was sick and hospitalized. The teacher's wife clearly had a bad leg but was guarding the hospital, helping her to bring water, helping her to the bathroom, and cleaning up some dirt for her.

The teacher’s wife said, “You should take good care of your illness and take care of you. I, an old woman, can still do it. You, just keep your body well and be safe.”

At that time, she had not yet recovered her memory and could not remember everything in her past, but she felt that the teacher's wife was like her mother.

The picture continued to turn, but it turned into a teacher's wife lying weakly on a tattered bed, with a high fever, and was talking nonsense, while the master was taking care of her at a loss.

She tried desperately to step forward, trying to get close to her master and his wife, but it seemed like there was an invisible wall that made her unable to get close to her.

"Master, Master's wife...How are you doing? Master's wife!" Ling Yiran shouted, suddenly aroused, and suddenly opened his eyes. What caught his eyes was dark.

It was a dream... She just now dreamed that A Jin had a dream when she was a child, and she also dreamed of every bit of what she had with her master's wife.

And she finally dreamed that her teacher's wife was lying on the torn bed... It was because of the report in Gao Congming's hand that she saw during the day...
Chapter completed!