She stopped and looked carefully at the brown textures and the rings dyed by the years. Some trees can have thousands of years or even thousands of years of life. Every peeling is a new life. Unlike humans, once dormant, they are death.

The snow was too small, and it was not enough to turn the withered world white. She remembered last year, at this time of the year before yesterday, the whole world was white. The children around her were staggering, pinching the snow ball, throwing it around, laughing wildly.

Fang knew that the heart was sore. At that time, he belonged to him, completely, relied on himself, worshiped himself, and was the child's natural attachment to his mother.

In this life, only one child belongs to him completely.

More reliable than any man.

Looking back at the men who have passed through life, who can still be as loyal as a child? Who can still be as pure as a child?

She sat slowly on the ground, and the snowflakes gradually became bigger and bigger, almost dyeing her body white.

From afar, someone was behind a huge pine tree. I don’t know how long he had been standing, and his head and body were completely white, blending with the entire ancient pine tree. No one could even tell that it was a living creature.

Only seeing her so clearly—this woman suddenly became so haggard. She seemed to have walked a long, long way and was exhausted.

No one knew her pain.

Even if you know it, it will be useless.

For a long time, he was isolated from the world in the Black Dragon Temple. He thought that it would be so calm. He watched her and her son, and he would never have any waves. He even had a son himself - many times, he had quietly seen the child, with such a small face and such a clever look - very similar to her.

Almost at first sight, he loved that child invisibly, and didn't know why, as if he loved all his children before.

No matter what kind of time, she will always be happy with this son.

And your own son will be happy too!
Chapter completed!