There was also him, who cried secretly at night, thinking that after she fell asleep, he would crawl into her arms and call her 'mother'.
He had once said that he liked the mark she had left on him.
Because it made him feel safe and valued.
He had naively thought that if he was branded, he would be protected by her in the future when he was in danger.
What exactly happened to such a child that he was trapped in the heavenly Dao temple and sealed together with the ghost temple many years later? and he hated her to the core when she barged in?
"Liar ..."
The eerie voice rang out and circled her ears. Every word contained endless malice.
In the cellar when she was young, he had also called her a liar.
At first, he mumbled softly, but later, because of his heartbreak and despair, he lost his temper loudly at her.