After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

"What did you say?"

Ning'er was shocked and she fell down and rushed forward.

Fortunately, Hanguang was quick to pull her back, and said in shock, "Girl, be careful!"

Ning Er nearly fell to the ground. She waved away Han Guang's hand, stumbled towards the strange man, grabbed his arm tightly, and said in a lost voice: "What did you say?"

Luo Peng stared blankly at Ning'er in front of him and repeated mechanically: "Your mother, where is your mother?"

Tears suddenly welled up in Ning'er's eyes, silent and surging.

He raised his hand in panic, subconsciously wanting to wipe it for her, but he was afraid to move: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Ning'er let go of his arm and sat down on the ground dejectedly, letting the light crimson hem of her skirt spread out like large scattered petals. Drops of tears rolled down, splashing out light and deep red.

A great sorrow rose in her heart, and the sadness was like a cry thrown into an empty valley, causing infinite echoes amid the roar of the mountains.

Through her tearful eyes, she looked at the distraught man. He seemed to have seen the despair from her tears one step ahead, but he was still trembling as he waited for the answer to the judgment.

Ning'er raised her wet eyelashes, tears falling without direction like a broken pearl curtain. She whispered, "Mother is dead."

The man seemed not to hear it and just uttered "ah" very lightly.

But for the first time, Ning'er heard sorrow like an arrow hitting a bluestone, the whistling sound breaking through the wind splashing platinum-colored flames.

The force of a thousand jins failed to break the armor, but instead backfired on his body with a hundred times the force. He did not confirm or ask any more questions. Those three words were like a huge rock, completely crushing him.

"Sister..." He called out foolishly, "I haven't found you yet."

Han Guang looked at the scene in disbelief. He couldn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world. But between the two people in front of him, it seemed that no one was allowed to say one more word or do one more thing.

He could only remain silent and pace not far away, alerting them to any bystanders who might appear.

Ning'er raised her head, trying to see him clearly, "Who are you?" Her voice was so low that only she could hear it.

But it made Luo Peng's unfocused eyes gradually regain their spirit. He felt his body was light, as if he was about to fly away at any time, but his eyes fell heavily to the ground.

He saw himself opening his mouth and speaking in a hoarse voice: "I am my sister's younger brother..." His eyes, as heavy as lead, moved towards her:

"I am...your uncle."

"Uncle?" Ning Er repeated in confusion, as if she couldn't understand the title: "Mine?"

"Yeah." Luo Peng responded softly. He stretched out his hand. His thin wrist was as pale as paper, and the purple-blue blood veins were clearly visible. "I have the same blood as my sister."

He looked at Ning'er with a paranoid look: "You also have half of my sister's blood in your body."

Ning'er's heart began to beat slowly, blood rushed to her brain, and her sanity finally recovered a little.

She realized belatedly that it was incredible. Since she was born, there has only been her mother, only her, only her and her mother... and no third person.

There is no father, no sisters, no brothers, no grandparents, no grandfather-in-law, no uncles, aunts, or cousins... Even the father is just a name in blood.

But in such a dramatic way, a man suddenly ran out and said that he was his mother's younger brother and his uncle!

Ning'er wanted to grab him and shake him, asking, "Are you lying to me?" But as soon as she met his eyes, she lost her courage.

There was an indescribable tenderness in those cold eyes.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He lowered his head, wrote his name on the ground with his fingers, and said softly, "My name is Luo Peng."

Luo Peng was reluctant to look away. He stretched out his hand and asked carefully, "What should I call you?"

Ning'er imitated him and gently wrote two words on his palm. Tears were faintly visible on her face, but she smiled at him: "My name is Chao Ning."

She showed a nostalgic look: "This is the name my mother gave me."

Luo Peng repeated it: "Chao Ning."

He lowered his eyes and unexpectedly shed a tear: "Sister wants you to be happy and peaceful every day."

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Perhaps it was really because of their blood relationship, neither Ning'er nor Luo Peng wanted to leave, so they just sat on the ground and talked.

Ning Er was a little hesitant. She asked without thinking, "How can you be sure it was me?"

Luo Peng gazed at Ning'er deeply. He smiled softly and said with emotion: "Because you really look like your mother."

After her mother passed away, Ning'er had never heard such a firm statement. She couldn't help but touch her face and asked him, "Do they really look alike?"

Luo Peng stared at her in a daze, and said sincerely: "When my sister was twelve or thirteen years old, she was exactly the same as you are now. But she was a little thinner than you are now, her face was white, and her lips were a light, invisible pink."

His sister's appearance was like being chiseled into his heart. Even after many years, he would never forget it: "A year later, she grew taller and her cheeks finally had some color. From then on, she became more beautiful day by day. It was simply impossible for a poor family like ours to raise a girl."

Ning'er listened attentively. All her memories of her mother stopped before she was six years old, but as time went by, they gradually blurred into a pale and thin figure on the hospital bed.

But in just a few words, Luo Peng was able to vividly portray the image of his mother as a teenage girl.

She couldn't help but say, "You are also very beautiful."

"Me?" Luo Peng shook his head. "How can I compare with my sister? After our parents passed away, if it weren't for my sister, I would have starved to death somewhere and turned into a pile of bones. It was my sister who worked hard to raise me and pay for my education."

"We depend on each other. She has a very good temperament, is very smart, and is so beautiful."

His tone revealed deep regret: "I only regret that I was ignorant of worldly affairs at that time, and was obsessed with books and literature, but I didn't know that scholars are useless! If it weren't for my involvement, I don't know how much better my sister would have lived."

But how could everything turn out like this?

Luo Peng had a splitting headache and a sharp buzzing sound was whistling in his ears.

He thought that his sister was disappointed in him and didn't want to see him again. He thought that his sister might be somewhere, living an ordinary and peaceful life.

He thought that his self-righteous sacrifice could bring her at least a little happiness!

He thought that she was still waiting for him, waiting for him to get rid of all the mess and filth, waiting for him to live like a human being, and then they would meet again one day...

But my sister died.

In a place where he could not see, when he did not know, she died silently, enduring immeasurable pain and unwillingness.

Leaving behind only a child who is worried about everyone.

Ning Er finally couldn't help asking him, "Mother, what's her name?"