Can you imagine a two-and-a-half-year-old child, not crying, not fussing, not looking for her mother, nestled in your embrace calling you big brother over and over?
Before this, I couldn’t believe it either.
I even felt that I was too impulsive in getting this child to my side, yet completely unaware of how to care for her.
What if I fail to take good care of her?
She’s so tiny, what if my care leaves her half dead...
She would probably hate even more.
But the little one was really too well-behaved, and when I hesitated about whether to send her back, her coal-black pupils were exactly like her mother’s.
I asked Yong Ye to find a wet nurse, but the little one disdainfully said she hadn’t drunk milk in a long ti.
She was a big child and would beco the bride of the handso big brother in the future.
At that mont, I was bewitched.
I know children speak without restraint, and I understand how ridiculous such thoughts are, but I just... couldn’t bear sending her back.
In the following years, I traveled everywhere with the little milk doll.
I never thought about doing anything behind her back.
The first ti the little milk doll saw kill soone, she had no reaction; but that night she quietly carried her little pillow and climbed onto my bed.
It was then that I realized she might have been frightened.
In the future, I could carry her away or cover her eyes.
Instead, the little milk doll’s fear gradually faded, replaced by curiosity, watching secretly from the side each ti.
I really didn’t realize my mistake at that ti.
Killing was just a ga for , and for this child, in my eyes, she was nothing more than a toy.
What does it matter if the toy joins in the ga?
In just over half a year, the little girl’s expressions beca increasingly indifferent by the day.
Even when I killed soone, her eyes would shine, and she would smile.
I actually felt glad, as if I had finally found soone like in this world; I was no longer the lonely weirdo terd a madman.
Look at this little girl, isn’t she the sa?
Hence, I grew fonder of this child.
Offering her everything I could, whatever she desired in this world, I was willing to give her.
As for that beautiful shadow in my heart, I gradually stopped thinking about it.
Perhaps, this was the best outco.
She sacrificed her daughter, I gave up a centuries-long obsession.
Yet, I hadn’t anticipated what a mother could do for her child was more than just endurance.
She was entirely different from my mother.
In searching for the little girl, Bianliao unexpectedly waged war against Great Xia for the first ti in centuries.
At that ti, I had already left Great Xia.
This war, however, seed extrely intriguing to , so I volunteered to go to battle.
Taking her daughter along.
I wanted to see if a barren country dared to wage war against Great Xia out of re madness, or did they reckon they had that War God General, fearing neither heaven nor earth?
Seated on a white warhorse, embracing a little girl slightly over three years old.
I slowly advanced from the midst of tens of thousands of soldiers.
Yet I saw in the enemy ranks that woman who once again made my heart race.
I didn’t expect her to actually appear on the battlefield.
At that mont, I felt inexplicably weak.
Clearly, it was who harbored this wicked pleasure, yet faced with the child’s mother, I wanted to carry the little milk doll away.
But I didn’t expect her to charge ahead regardless of anything!
At that very mont, arrows fired all at once...
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