Yuan Qingling had no choice but to coax her first, sit down and sew the pillow.

The oil on the pillow was very hard, and it was a bit difficult to stab the needle and thread. The cotton inside was lightly blue-black and dirty.

She sat directly on the ground and looked at Yuan Qingling happily for her to sew the pillow. When she looked at the pillow, she looked at her maternal doting. She was staring in a daze, and her hands were placed in the air. When Yuan Qingling put the needle heavy, she inhale slightly, as if she was afraid that she would hurt the child.

Yuan Qingling looked up at her and smiled gently at her. Then she smiled shyly, stretched out her hand to stroke the pillow, "Baby, mine."

"Yeah, I know!"

Yuan Qingling felt very sad, and he slowly sewed the whole pillow, and his movements were as slow as possible. He wanted to find an opportunity to sit with her for a while and say a few more words.

She was very excited, and everything she had imagined before could be realized.

Leng Fengqing and the Fourth Master can avenge their great revenge, and they will be reunited and truly reunited.

Thinking of this, the smile became gentler. Perhaps the smile was very warm, which made Leng Fengqing not have any warning at all. She even moved her side a little, and even stopped staring at the pillow. She was really confident that she gave it to Yuan Qingling.

This pillow has been regarded as a treasure for her over the past thirty years and is also the only pillar for her to survive, but she is willing to let go, which shows her trust in Yuan Qingling.

This may be because Yuan Qingling brought her former consciousness, and the telepathy of the heart is really mysterious.

After Yuan Qingling patched up the pillow, she handed it to her. She took it happily, hugged it tightly in her arms, and smiled at Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling looked at her dirty skin and her smile without any impurities, and felt aching in her heart, and she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Yuan Qingling wanted to try to comb her hair, but she still avoided it and sat in a chair outside the house, just like what Yuan Qingling saw when she arrived.

Yuan Qingling didn't dare to try to touch her anymore, but just sat on the ground and looked at her silently, both happy and heartbroken.

The rapid footsteps sounded, and before Yuan Qingling could raise his head, Leng Fengqing became nervous, hugged the pillow tightly, and raised his hostile eyes.

The Fourth Master and Yu Wenhao, dressed in white, arrived, and they stood on the path and did not walk down immediately.

The Fourth Master's head was slightly raised, his messy hair was blown by the wind, and he also felt a little crazy. His lips trembled and his eyes were red.

The tears in my eyes became more and more blurred my vision.

He ran up quickly, his breath was still a little breathing, and his chest was undulating. I don’t know if it was because of the rush or the excitement of emotions. He moved his toes forward and then calmed down again.

Leng Fengqing also looked at him, turned her head, revealing a hint of confusion.

Yuan Qingling thought the Fourth Master would approach her carefully, but he didn't know that the next moment, the Fourth Master suddenly strode forward. Leng Fengqing was so scared that he jumped up and wanted to hide in the room. The Fourth Master quickly grabbed her arm and the pillow fell to the ground. In her shock and anger, the Fourth Master hugged her tightly into her arms, trembling with excitement, and tears rolled down, without any further depression.

Leng Fengqing was panicked, and when she saw the pillow on the ground in her eyes, she immediately roared, and struggled with her hands to slap him hard on the head. The slap was really crazy to grit her teeth. Yuan Qingling saw that the Fourth Master’s face and ears were red marks, and wanted to dissuade him, but was pulled open by Yu Wenhao, and shook his head at her with sadness in his eyes. Yuan Qingling threw himself into Yu Wenhao's arms and started crying.

Leng Fengqing couldn't open him, so she pounced on him and bit his shoulder. The crazy man was very strong. He bit her and her strength made her tremble all over. The madness spread in her eyes. She raised her head and bit her down on the Fourth Master's neck. Blood suddenly spilled out between her teeth.

The Fourth Master seemed to not know the pain, and just held her stubbornly and persistently. The pain made him feel safe. It was not an illusion from his own, but real. She is still there, God is merciful, she is still there, she is still there! Maybe the blood on the Fourth Master's neck woke Leng Fengqing a little more, and her crazy movements slowly stopped, smelling the bloody smell, raised her confused eyes.

The Fourth Master slowly let her go, stared at her face, looked at the confusion in her eyes, and felt ache in his heart. He bent down and picked up the pillow and put it in her arms. Leng Fengqing hugged her and hurriedly dodged and sat on the chair. He said in a painful voice: "Baby, my baby!"

The Fourth Master slowly knelt in front of her, looking at her fingertips gently stroking the pillow, tears blurred their eyes again, trying to suppress the sadness in his heart, and called out hoarsely, "Mom!"

Leng Fengqing stopped, and for a while it seemed to be still. Then he slowly raised his head to look at him, holding the pillow tightly with his hands, his eyes lingeringly on his face. Although there was still a look of doubt in his eyes, some things slowly shattered.

She trembled and stretched out her dirty hand, covered the Fourth Master's face, and the hot tears slid down on her cold face, and then rolled to the back of her hand. She withdrew her hand and looked at the tears on the back of her hand in a daze.

"Son?"

She made a sound, her dirty and black eyelashes flashed quickly, and she adjusted her sitting position, even without caring about the pillow slipping off her knees quietly, and looked at the Fourth Master carefully.

The Fourth Master was crying and laughing as if he was crying. He held the hand she was touching on his face, his voice so hoarse that he could hardly make it sound, "It's me!"

Leng Fengqing pulled her hands back, then slowly unfolded her palms toward her, forming a move of hugging things, then retracted her hands and hugged her carefully in front of her chest. Her head was sideways, as if she was looking at the Fourth Master, but her eyes were not focused, but she just subconsciously did this move.

When Yuan Qingling saw her movement, she couldn't help but cry and said from a distance: "After she gave birth to you, she was holding you in her arms."

The Fourth Master felt even more heartbroken and tears fell.

Leng Fengqing finally picked up the pillow and hugged it in her arms. The same movement and posture just now.

The Fourth Master's lips were white and he looked at Leng Fengqing with sadness. He wanted to stand up slowly, but Leng Fengqing grabbed his wrist with great strength. He raised his stubborn eyes and looked at the Fourth Master, not admitting him, but not allowing him to leave.

The Fourth Master slowly knelt down again.

Leng Fengqing gently slid the red marks on his face with her fingertips. They were the scars she had just hit. Her fingers were very cold and rough, but they were the warmth of her mother that the Fourth Master had never felt before.

Fourth Master's eyes turned red again.

Yuwenhao and Yuan Qingling stood not far away and looked at them quietly, their eyes filled with tears. They dared not approach, for fear that they would jump up and beat the Fourth Master again if they were shocked.

The two of them held hands and stepped back to a faraway place. The Fourth Master seemed to have spoken to her. She didn't answer and just looked at the Fourth Master.

Then after a long time, the Fourth Master took the comb that Yuan Qingling had just fallen, walked around behind her, and combed her hair. The hair had long been knotted and could not be combed open, but Leng Fengqing did not move, and the Fourth Master continued to comb slowly.

Yuan Qingling was very excited because she wanted to comb Leng Fengqing's hair just now, and Leng Fengqing was unwilling to do so, but now she was willing to let the Fourth Master comb her hair, which proves that she was touching the Fourth Master.

The people from Lenglang Gate also came up one after another and helped boil hot water in the temple to lift it. The Fourth Master wiped Leng Fengqing's face and hands. After wiping the dirty face, it showed a sallow color. Now, looking at the facial features and outlines, it became more similar to the Fourth Master.

Leng Fengqing just looked at the Fourth Master in a daze throughout the whole process, his eyes almost blinking.
Chapter completed!