Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Jinnian, who was lying next to the stone, suddenly woke up - she didn't know when she woke up, she fell asleep and had a dream, but it didn't seem to be a dream.

When she opened her eyes, the little flower seedlings in front of her that were no taller than her were still as they were before she fell asleep, with slender branches, fresh green leaves, and a pure red light like fireflies floating on the side.

　Quiet, no sound, the buds are petite, showing no sign of opening.

 Everything is still the same as before, nothing has changed.

But the little one had no mind to pay attention to anything else at the moment - she stood up and stood in front of the little flower seedling, staring at it with her big eyes.

 Look at it, and then look at his own hand. The palm of his hand is white and tender, and there seems to be some residual warmth left on it, as if his little hand has just been released.

 She had a dream. The dream... was so real.

The illusive and ethereal figure in the dream, with fine red light and lightness, lingering on the side, and the light fragrance, just like what she faintly smelled at this moment, the taste is exactly the same.

It seems like a dream, but it doesn’t seem like it is a dream.

 The little guy, who has always been smart, stared at the little flower seedlings in front of him for a long time.

 “…mother… dear…?”

  She whispered, very slowly, staring straight at her, as if testing.

  Touch it tentatively, smell it tentatively, and try to get an answer from it.

She probably already had the answer in her heart. Her fair little face looked a little nervous. She was so nervous that she didn't know how to react. She rubbed her hands together, and her palms became sweaty from nervousness.

 Having never gotten along with her mother, she was always at a loss. She didn’t know what to say or what to do to make her mother like her.

"Mother..." She swallowed nervously, her heart beating rapidly, and she called out softly.

 The little flower seedling in front of her was quiet and would not answer her. She licked her dry lips carefully.

 “Are you really...my mother?”

She was so nervous that she suddenly thought of something and said: "Daddy... I'll go find daddy... I'll go find daddy -"

She was not sure, but she always felt it was—the premonition in her heart was so strong that she didn’t dare to think about anything else at the moment, except that she wanted to find her father. Daddy... Daddy is thinking about mother like that, and he will be able to tell the truth from the lie at a glance.

Even if you are wrong, it doesn't matter. If you admit your mistake, you will be punished, but if you are really a mother...

Yun Jinnian ran back to the God Realm without stopping.

 Running all the way, he rushed into the palace where dad handles official business, "Dad—"

Before he finished speaking, he found that it was empty and no one was there.

　　…“…Where is my father?”

 The little guy's face was red and he was panting. He originally thought that his father would be there, but he didn't expect...

“Your Highness, it’s late at night, and Your Highness has gone back to the palace to sleep.”

“…” Yun Jinnian ran to her father’s bedroom without even thinking about it.

“Slow down—your highness—”

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Yun Jinnian rushed to the bedroom, opened the door and ran into the cold, cold darkness.

 “Dad, I found my mother, she is back—”

She gasped and shouted excitedly in the huge and deserted palace.

The sound of tender milk echoed, falling in the darkness, like a thunder, exploding violently.

It should have aroused a violent reaction, but unexpectedly, in the empty palace, only her voice echoed.

 Quiet, inside the palace that is closed to the sun, everything is quiet, silent, and without any ripples.