8 Birth Of The Little Lotus - 2.2

She was drifting in an endless sea of darkness with the distinct knowledge that she had already died. She knew that there wasn't anymore chance for her but she was glad she still got so see her master's face during her last moments.

Dying was a curious thing.

At first she felt the tingling sensation of becoming numb and the little by little, the feeling of cold encompassing her entire being until finally she breathe her last.

Funny thing was, even though she knew she was dead, she could still faintly feel her body. Somehow it made her feel a little bit secure. Even the fact that she has lost her life did not stop her from feeling at peace. She was perfectly fine with her being in an abyss. Contrary to how others would have found it, she found the quiet nothingness serene and comforting.

She didn't know how long she had drifted along when all of a sudden, a bright white light shone from the distance and slowly closed in on her before finally, she was enveloped in it and the feeling it gave her was so warm and comforting that she couldn't help but cling to it as much as she can.

The bright light shone brighter and brighter until she felt blinded that she felt that she had to close her eyes.

As sudden as it came, it was just gone.

The feeling of warmth and security was suddenly replaced with a sudden sting on her backside making her cry out.

She struggled to make sense of what was happening but no matter what she tried to do, her body didn't seem to follow her orders. She felt something touching her skin and the feeling of being wrapped that it made her feel endlessly frustrated and no matter how much she tried to voice out her thoughts, all she could hear was a baby's crying.

She felt her sense of balance change in she couldn't help but gasp in shock before she felt something cold against her cheek while the rest of her body was enveloped in comforting warmth making her quiet while she scrunch up her face in a frown of confusion.

She faintly heard the deep voice of a man whispering gently and she tried to focus on his voice. The voice was totally unfamiliar to her but even she couldn't help but detect the underlying tone of affection in it.

Concentrating on her opening her eyes, she focused on it and struggled to lift her heavy lids. She felt her body tilt slightly but somehow, she trusted the man who held her.

Finally gaining enough strength and control, she managed to open her eyes and what met her was the sight of a beautiful lady, looking bloody and haggard but with a radiant and loving smile on her face despite looking extremely exhausted.

The man who held her leaned closer and the woman breathe out gently and softly whispered as she lifted her gaze to meet the man's.

"Let us name her Ai LieNa, our love and little lotus flower." she weaky said with a voice and amber eyes filled with so much love in her tone before her eyes fluttered close.

Her eyelashes were like a dark butterfly's wing against her smooth pale skin. Her feature's were so delicate and fairy-like that she couldn't help but want to gaze at her more but her wish was not answered when pandemonium engulfed the entire room.

The moment the woman's eyes closed, the people she vaguely saw inside the room leapt into action. While the man backed away but she could faintly feel his body trembling.

Considering the feeling and circumstances she had found herself in since she opened her eyes, she could practically determine that she has just been reborn and that the woman was her mother and the man carrying her was her father in this life. What really made her worried is that since she has been reborn, it would seem as though her mother might not survive and her father shared the same fears as her.

Softly crying, she tried looking up to see the man who held her and upon seeing her distressed, he quickly brought her closer and rocked her gently while making soothing sounds.

To her, even though she knew what he was doing, even when she tried to fight it so she can keep an eye on her new mother, the soothing rocking motion and the comforting sounds he made lulled her slowly into a deep peaceful sleep.

The next time she woke up, it was already morning and was still being held by her father but now a small male child was standing beside where he sat.

Curiously eyeing the boy, she saw that he had smooth white skin, black hair which framed an adorable face that looked slightly rounded and soft with his distinct features looking extremely boyish and innocent due to his baby fat. Big limpid brown eyes stared at her almost solemnly but looking deeper, one can see love and excitement which broke through the moment he had smiled at her, startling her.

"Father what is her name?" he asked softly as if afraid of scaring her with a loud voice.

Chuckling softly, Feng Bing Wen patted the little boy's head gently before the corner of his lips twitched and formed a into small but doting smile "Li Zian, meet your little sister... Feng Ai LieNa... Is she not the most beautiful little one you have ever seen?"

"She is! Definitely! She is just like mother, a pretty delicate flower!" Feng Li Zian breathe out, almost reverently as his wide innocent eyes gazed at the little girl with eyes fille with love and adoration.

"Father, can I hold her?" he suddenly asked, Li Zian's warm twinkling brown eyes looked at Feng Bing Wen pleadingly.

"Fine, but first sit down on the bed, be careful not to disturb your mother." Bing Wen replied with a gentle smile tinged with sadness as his gaze landed on the unconscious woman lying in the bed.

The woman was no other than Feng Wan Ting.

Even in her unconscious state, Feng Wan Ting's beauty is still incomparable. With a countenance that looked like a beautiful fragile fairy being framed by her dark chocolate brown hair, her snow white skin looked even paler and even her lips no longer had the usual rosy color but now looked so pale, only with hints of peach left yet in spite of that, she still looked like a breathtaking beauty, just waiting for someone to wake her up.

Looking at her made Bing Wen feel like his heart was going to break into tiny little fragments because of how much pain he felt just thinking of her condition.

When Mo Jiang treated Feng Wan Ting last night after she fell unconscious, they found out that the blade that inflicted the grievous wound on her was also coated in poison. The most of the effects were neutralized by Mo Jiang at the time but only temporarily. Even now, Mo Jiang is hard at work, trying to find the cure for it.

The worst part is, even his little Ai was affected by the poison!

Not only was his daughter born prematurely but due to the poison, it may affect Ai LieNa's body and constitution in the future.

Just thinking about it shoots fear through his veins and makes him feel raging fury towards the people responsible.

Lost in his thoughts, he subconsciously tightened his hold on his daughter, as if his arms were trying to shield her from any more harm. His movements made the little baby girl blink her big watery eyes up at him cutely, as the full thick lashes fluttered softly each time she closes her eyes while cooing happily.

The sight of the happy little baby brought a sense of peace and filled Bing Wen with warmth. Lifting the baby up, he gave his daughter a tender kiss on the tip of her nose making her let out a sudden sneeze.

The look on Feng Ai LieNa's face made Feng Bing Wen erupt into laughter that was soon joined by Feng Li Zian. The moment before she sneezed, her small flushed face scrunched up and right after her big amber gold eyes widened and morphed into a surprised but confused look as if she had no idea what happened.

That small incident stopped Feng Bing Wen's dark depressing thoughts and made him focus on the little bundle of joy in his arms.

With another chuckle, Feng Bing Wen made his way to his son, Feng Li Zian who was already seated near the bottom of the bed just beside his mother's legs, his eyes shining with excitement as soon as he saw his father approaching with his little baby sister.

"Careful son... Be gentle with her." Bing Wen murmured as he placed Ai Liena in Li Zian's awaiting arms.

With a serious look in his eyes, Feng Li Zian gave nodded almost solemnly. "Don't worry Father... I promised mother that I will always look after her, always!"