Ye Chen put Mo Xunuo on the soft big bed, raised his hand and opened the curtains. Seeing the bright sunshine, he mischievously jumped on Mo Xunuo's face and head, bringing a hint of vivid color to her beautiful face.

But that's just in vain.

Xu Nuo is dead.

But for Ye Chen, she was no different from being alive. His slender fingertips were clamped with two red roses, placed in Mo Xunuo's ears, lowered his head, and fell on Mo Xunuo's cheeks, and said softly, "Xu Nuo, wait for me to avenge you, and then I'll find you, you must wait for me."

Ye Weilan stood by the door, covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying. She knew that from this moment on, her son was alive for hatred.

He is a complete Avenger.

Ye Weilan swallowed the depression and collapsed. She went to the kitchen to prepare food for the scarred father and son.

No matter how hard they suffer, they have to go on.

When she came back again, she finally saw Ye Chen walking out of the room. She stood on the steps, covered in black. The colors in her eyes were extremely ghostly. The bright sunlight seemed to be swallowed by the dark aura around him, becoming cold and dark.

Ye Weilan looked at her terrified and walked over sadly, saying softly, "Xiaojiu, if you want to avenge Xu Nuo, you must not be without a good body..."

Ye Chen looked at her. Before, he didn't feel much. Perhaps it was because of Xiaojiu. Looking at Ye Weilan's expression at this moment, he had a sense of it for the first time, and he brought great pain to his mother.

What Ye Weilan has to bear in Xu Nuo’s death is not only the loss of his daughter, but also the madness and pain of his son…

He suddenly raised his hand and stroked Ye Weilan's head with his slender fingers.

Ye Weilan was stunned and saw that the slender and white fingers picked out a few traces of silver from her black.

It makes people cry.

Ye Weilan blinked her eyes. She had so many white hairs in one night...

Ye Chen looked at the silver-white silk, his eyes fell on Ye Weilan's dim face. Overnight, this bright rose turned withered.

She is still beautiful, but she becomes haggard, anxious, and no longer as radiant as before.

A sour feeling rose in Ye Chen's heart. He suddenly raised his hand and hugged Ye Weilan in his arms.

When he was young, when he encountered danger, Ye Weilan always protected him.

She had broken her legs and blinded her eyes for him, and now it was because of him, and overnight, her hair turned white...

He once said that when he grows up, he will definitely protect his mother. When he grows up, the pain he brings to her will become deeper and deeper. Perhaps in the near future, he will make her lose her son forever...

Ye Chen whispered, "Mommy, I'm sorry..."

Ye Weilan suddenly burst into tears. When she was a child, she held her son. He was so young, so sensible, and so obedient. Later, he left her, but just yesterday, he came back. He had become the most powerful man, and his arms became as safe as his father...

It would be great if Mo Xunuo hadn't died...

How great it would be if the promise was still...

Ye Weilan said softly, "It's not Xiaojiu's fault, Xiaojiu has been protecting her mommy..."

He never forgot his oath. When Xiao Hei wanted to attack her, Xiao Jiu was always the one who stopped him.

Ye Weilan looked up at the blue sky above her head, "Xiaojiu, mommy just hopes you can get better..."
Chapter completed!