coobybook Chapter 221 The White-Haired Daughter
Chapter 221 The White-Haired Daughter
He simply waved his hand, signaling them all to leave, as he wanted to talk to Zhongli Yueluo for a while.
The midwife wrapped the baby up and prepared to take her out, but he kept her there and let her go.
He rested his chin on Zhongli Yueluo's forehead, and tears welled up in his eyes and fell silently.
His internal organs felt like they were being stabbed, and his heart felt like it was being crushed by a heavy stone; he couldn't breathe!
He cried silently, unable to catch his breath.
Tears streamed down her face, and he hurriedly wiped them away.
No, you can't get her face dirty. She's just asleep.
The child cried loudly, but he ignored her. He then tentatively probed under her nose.
No ups and downs...
He looked at his two children again, and felt both pain and anger. Why! Why!
At that moment, that ethereal voice rang in his ears: "If only we could stay happy forever."
Far and near, old and young, it was all just a dream to him, but his heart was broken.
"Come out!" He held her cold body and roared to the sky, but there was no response.
If the dream is here, then you should wake up.
He wanted to escape; he couldn't accept it...
The child's cries grew louder and louder. Finally, he turned his gaze and looked closely at the child's face.
He was very similar to Zhongli Yueluo, except that the little girl had white hair.
He wanted to hug and take care of the two children, but he didn't dare. He kept telling himself that it was all just a dream.
"Young Master Feng, if only we could stay happy forever. If we could get rid of our hearts, we wouldn't suffer anymore."
Hearing the brat's mocking voice, Su Fengjun clenched his fists tightly. What kind of good dream was this!
He closed his eyes, but the little devil's voice still reminded him from the side.
"If you don't want to wake up now, then you'll never wake up."
He didn't know if he wanted to wake up. The child's cries were getting louder and louder. He slowly released Zhongli Yueluo.
Composing herself, she carried the baby in one arm and walked out the door, leaving the delivery room in a mess.
He didn't even name the child; when he left, he simply handed the child over to the midwife.
She looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. Her steps were unsteady as she walked into the kitchen, where the broken bowl of lotus seed soup was nowhere to be seen.
There were fresh lotus pods next to him, which weren't available this season, and he peeled the lotus seeds one by one.
His fingernails were covered in blood, and even a full lotus heart couldn't alleviate the bitterness in his heart.
The pot was bubbling away; the lotus seeds were cooked. I added some sugar; she loves sweets the most.
But since she became pregnant, she has rarely eaten sugar, saying it's bad for the fetus.
Carrying the steaming bowl of lotus seeds, she walked alone into the messy delivery room.
She lay there, cold and lifeless, but thankfully the bloodstains in the room had been cleaned up.
I gently placed the bowl on the bedside table and lightly brushed away the stray hairs stuck together at her temples with my fingers.
He called her name softly: "Yueluo, I put in a lot of sugar. You love sweets, would you like to get up and have a sip?"
Her voice was gentle, low, and hoarse, then gradually choked up.
My forehead touched hers, but I couldn't feel any warmth. My hand trembled as I stroked her face.
"We still need you to choose a name for the baby, so please don't sleep, okay?"
He sobbed softly, unable to sit still, and finally knelt down by the bed, his mouth agape and tears streaming down his face.
He finished the bowl of lotus seed soup, but it had no taste at all. He ate it too quickly and choked on it.
"It's not sweet enough. I'll cook it for you again, okay, Yueluo? Don't be stubborn."
It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my chest, making it impossible to breathe.
But it was all just a dream. He bit his lip as the bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Tears streamed down my face, and between closing and opening my eyes, I saw that disgusting and infuriating face.
A bluish-black face was stuck to his face. He touched his face; it was still wet.
It all felt so real. He glared at the brat with furious eyes: "You deserve to die!"
“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush.” He leaned on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Why!"
“You didn’t get nothing in your dream; you got everything from her, including the two children.”
He would rather not have a child, he would rather not have anything, even though those few short months were very happy.
But he didn't want to lose her forever; she shouldn't be lying there so cold.
The kid even looked regretful.
“I told you from the beginning that if you let go of your heart, you won’t suffer, but you insisted on letting your heart take the lead.”
His body was also bound and he couldn't move at all, but he was very conscious and could see the little ghosts wandering around him.
"Your dream ends here, their dream begins." The little devil let out a chilling, gurgling laugh.
Su Fengjun gritted his teeth and stared at the empty, dark place. Although it was just a dream, it really hurt him.
He didn't even dare to close his eyes, because as soon as he did, he would see Zhongli Yueluo's pale face and the bloody scene in his mind.
Moreover, he could hear the cries of a child, and he struggled hard, but could not break free.
The little devil came to Yan Ruoyu's side again, and Yan Ruoyu thought that she was good at resisting witchcraft and would not fall for it.
But in the blink of an eye, he saw the wild grass covering the mountains and fields. He squeezed his hands together, feeling a sense of powerless exhaustion.
Looking closely, those hands were covered in wrinkles, as if they were on their deathbed.
"You... you are quite interesting. I wish you both a peaceful end and a long and happy life together."
The little devil appeared before him, and he saw his own reflection in his eyes.
His once handsome face is now covered with wrinkles, and his hair is graying. No one knows how many years have passed.
He looked at the boundless barren mountains again. If he remembered correctly, this should be the place in the Eastern Demon Mountain where the Fire Demon Mushroom was produced.
But why is he here again? And in this form no less?
What did that kid mean by that? What do you mean by "forever"?
"Demon Lord, the Queen has disappeared somewhere, and the young lords haven't been able to find her either."
Yin Yi also looked old, speaking very slowly and breathing heavily.
"Yin Yi? What did you just call me?"
"Demon Lord, it seems the Queen was right; you are indeed becoming somewhat senile."
"No wonder she went out alone to find that ten-thousand-year-old Fire Demon Mushroom to nourish your body."
Yan Ruoyu was even more puzzled. With a wave of his hand, a magic mirror appeared, and he saw his own face in the mirror.
The handsome young man is gone, his face etched with the marks of time, and his eyes filled with a sense of age.
“Father, is Mother heading in this direction? You should go after her; you're both getting on in years.”
The person speaking next was a white-haired girl who looked exactly like Zhongli Yueluo.
But her white hair... that remains to be seen, yet... she also has a pair of red eyes, just like his.
So this adult girl in front of him is his daughter? And then a boy's voice came from afar.