The night is already dark.

Feng Ruoxin was combing her hair in front of the mirror, and she was slightly distracted.

"Yu'er..." Mrs. Feng opened the door and called quietly.

Feng Ruoxin screamed in fright.

She turned around and saw Mrs. Feng standing at the door wearing navy blue clothes. She was so frightened that her heart beat wildly.

"Mother." Feng Ruoxin stood up and greeted her: "You didn't even say a word when you came."

Mrs. Feng looked very haggard.

Even now, she fantasizes that Feng Ruoxin is her biological daughter Feng Zhiyu, but she still cannot get over her grief.

"Have you forgotten? Every time it's about to thunder and rain, you can't sleep well. You always like to pester your mother and make you some soothing soup."

Mrs. Feng put the soup bowl on the table.

Feng Ruoxin looked out the window at the howling wind blowing the rain, and the thunder in the sky.

She suppressed the impatience in her heart, smiled softly and said, "Thank you, mother."

Mr. Feng has confessed that Mrs. Feng is occasionally mentally disturbed and asks her to bear with her.

Mrs. Feng touched Feng Ruoxin's arm with her hand.

"Why are you wearing so little clothes? Be careful and you may catch a cold. I heard from your father that there is a cold epidemic in the suburbs of Beijing recently. You must not be in trouble."

Mrs. Feng quickly pulled her to sit on the bed: "Come, lie down, and mother will cover you with a quilt."

Feng Ruoxin was forced to lie down and covered with two layers of quilts.

She hurriedly opened it: "Mom, it's summer night now, it's too hot."

"No! Keep it covered. Last time I touched your hand, your whole body was cold. It must be cold. Cover it well."

Mrs. Feng pressed the corner of the quilt tightly.

Feng Ruoxin knew that she must be talking about the days after Feng Zhiyu died.

I heard that Mrs. Feng held her stiff hand until Feng Zhiyu was buried.

After such a struggle, Feng Ruoxin sweated hotly and felt a little impatient in her heart.

At this moment, Mrs. Feng suddenly took out a sachet from under her pillow.

Both of them were stunned.

Feng Ruoxin reached out and grabbed it: "Give this back to me."

Mrs. Feng immediately avoided it.

She held the sachet and asked: "Yu'er, you can't smell the powder, have you forgotten?!"

"Didn't Mom tell me that you must not use these? When you were a child, you picked up a sachet bag. In just a moment, you broke out in red rash! I'll throw it away for you!"

Mrs. Feng grabbed the sachet and walked out.

Feng Ruoxin hurriedly chased after him.

"Mom, you can't throw it away. This is not a sachet, it's something I keep close to my body!"

However, Mrs. Feng did not listen to what she said: "Good boy, you must listen to mother. Mother will not harm you. I know that girls all love beauty."

"If you want to be like other noble ladies and have a nice fragrance, my mother will buy you the best hair oil. You can't keep this!"

Feng Ruoxin chased her out of the door. Under the long corridor, the two of them kept pulling each other, and dark thunder rolled in the sky.

"Give it back to me!" Feng Ruoxin snatched it away, but she was not as strong as Mrs. Feng.

At this time, she inexplicably thought of what Gu Nuoer said to her——

[I just pity your adoptive father and mother, and I place my love for the child on you.]

Feng Ruoxin has an unknown fire for no reason.

She pushed Mrs. Feng away, causing her to fall to the ground.

Feng Ruoxin shouted angrily: "That's enough! The sachet is my thing. I don't like to use hair oil, and I don't like to eat sweet things. When will you understand that I am Ruoxin, not Zhiyu!"

boom--

A flash of purple lightning flashed across, illuminating Mrs. Feng's heart-wrenching expression.

Feng Ruoxin noticed a figure standing in the yard out of the corner of her eye.

She looked sideways.
Chapter completed!