After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Ranran..."

When He Anyao heard her grandson say such distant and aggrieved words, her heart felt as if it had been pierced by fine needles, and she felt a sharp pain.

She quickly knelt down, gently stroking Xie Xingran's soft hair, her eyes filled with tenderness, and softly advised her.

"Silly child, how could you think such a thing? You are the one your parents love the most, how could we not love you?"

"No way!" Xie Xingran abruptly put down the brocade box in her arms, and the jade magic artifact gently landed on the soft cushion, making a soft sound.

He looked up at He Anyao with his small face, his clear eyes filled with a seriousness beyond his years. His brows were furrowed, and his tone was full of stubbornness and grievance, "My parents just like Jiang Huaijin, not me!"

He pursed his lips, as if recalling those painful moments; his voice softened slightly, yet remained firm:

"Before my parents returned from the front, they talked to Jiang Huaijin and wrote to him much more often than they contacted me."

"This..." He Anyao's smile froze instantly, and a sense of bewilderment rose in her heart.

She subconsciously looked up at her husband, Liu Xuan, beside her, her eyes filled with pleading.

She had been stationed at the Holy Land, busy handling sect affairs, and had no idea that her daughter and son-in-law had such close ties with Jiang Huaijin in private.

Liu Xuan frowned, his face full of doubt. He shook his head slightly, his tone uncertain: "I'm not quite sure either..."

Although he, Liu Qingwan, and Xie Jinghan were all on the front lines, they did not live together.

In addition, with the war raging on the front lines and the situation critical, he often had to lead his troops to provide support in various places, keeping him so busy that he didn't even notice whether Liu Qingwan was frequently talking to Jiang Huaijin.

"some."

Xie Xingran lowered her head, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes, her shoulders slightly tense, her voice filled with deep sadness, and her head drooped even lower.

"Jiang Huaijin told me everything, and I've seen it myself many times. My mother was hiding in her room talking to Jiang Huaijin."

He paused, as if remembering something, and the grievance in his eyes deepened: "I was in Jiang Huaijin's room when I saw the letters my mother wrote to him. It was a thick stack, neatly placed in the desk drawer, far more than the letters my mother wrote to me."

Seeing her grandson like this, He Anyao felt heartbroken. She quickly forced a smile and tried to calm him down, saying, "Silly Ranran, that doesn't mean your mother doesn't like you."

"Jiang Huaijin is your mother's disciple. They probably have a lot of important matters to discuss. After all, the war on the front lines is complicated, and your disciple has a lot to handle for your master."

Xie Xingran didn't speak, but silently lowered her head, her fingertips repeatedly fiddling with the jade magic artifact in her arms. Her usual joy was gone from her face, leaving only silence.

He didn't believe it, but looking at his grandmother's gentle eyes, he didn't want to argue, so he could only suppress his grievances in his heart.

"Yes, Ranran."

Liu Xuan quickly stepped forward, carefully pulled Xie Xingran into his arms, gently patted his back, and explained in a tender and patient tone, "I understand."

"When your mother was on the front lines, she talked about you every day and thought about you all the time."

"She also specially picked out so many treasures for you, carefully keeping each one, hoping to give them to you personally when she comes back."

As Xie Xingran's maternal grandparents, Liu Xuan and He Anyao were devoted to their child and did not want any rift to develop between Liu Qingwan and their son. They could only repeatedly find excuses to smooth things over and try their best to mediate between the two to prevent any discord between them.

Xie Xingran blinked her big eyes and spoke in a clear voice, her tone full of straightforward disappointment: "But they didn't give them to me either."

He was young and didn't understand formalities. He only knew that he hadn't received as much care and gifts from his mother. His eyes were clear, which made him even more pitiful.

He paused, then rested his head on Liu Xuan's shoulder, his voice soft but filled with deep sadness:

"I can feel that Daddy doesn't like me. He doesn't even want to hold me. He hates me. Mommy cares about Daddy a lot, so she abandoned me too and doesn't want me anymore."

"That's not true!"

Liu Xuan couldn't help but frown and curse, his tone full of dissatisfaction with Xie Jinghan and heartache for his grandson.

"Your father just had a momentary lapse of judgment and confused for a moment! Your mother was afraid that your father would get stuck on something and cause problems, so she went out to check on him. They'll be back in a little while, and they'll definitely come looking for you."

"They went to see Jiang Huaijin." Xie Xingran gently shook her head, reached out her small hand and tightly grasped Liu Xuan's fingers, her fingertips small and slightly cool.

He looked at Liu Xuan with his big, wet eyes, his tone carrying a hint of feigned strength and maturity: "Grandpa, you don't need to worry about Ranran. Ranran has Grandpa and Grandma, that's enough. Ranran can feel that Grandpa and Grandma love Ranran the most."

"My parents like Jiang Huaijin, but they don't like me, so I won't like them either. Anyway..."

Xie Xingran's voice gradually lowered, the stubbornness on her face faded, replaced by a trace of sadness, her small eyes slightly red, but she still forced a big smile at Liu Xuan, "Anyway, I don't have any impression of them."

Ha, I feel so sorry for you guys.

Xie Xingran no longer cares about Liu Qingwan and the others, but he can still make use of these two old people.

"Ranran..." He Anyao looked at her little dumpling, whom she had doted on since she was a child. She was clearly about to cry from grievance, but she was still pretending to be strong. Her heart ached terribly.

She quickly took Xie Xingran from her husband's arms, holding her tightly in her embrace with gentle, tender care, softly comforting her again and again.

"No, nothing at all. Your parents love Ranran the most; they don't like Jiang Huaijin, really..."

As He Anyao spoke, she couldn't help but feel a slight resentment towards Jiang Huaijin.

If it weren't for this disciple, my grandson wouldn't be so sensitive and aggrieved, nor would he be so neglected by Liu Qingwan and her husband.

She was secretly annoyed. What kind of father was Xie Jinghan? It was bad enough that he didn't love his own child, but he always let Jiang Huaijin stand in front of him, making the child feel uneasy.

And then there's her own daughter, who finally returned from the front lines, but instead of spending time with her long-lost son to build a bond, she's chasing after Xie Jinghan.

Xie Jinghan is already that old, and he is a highly skilled immortal. What could possibly happen to him in such a safe place as the Holy Land?

"Mother!" Just then, Liu Qingwan's hurried voice suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by slightly flustered footsteps, as she approached step by step.

He Anyao was overjoyed. She quickly stood up, picked up Xie Xingran, and walked briskly towards the door. As she walked, she smiled and said to the child in her arms, "Ranran, look, your mother is back! I told you, your mother loves our Ranran the most!"

Upon hearing Liu Qingwan's voice, Xie Xingran's previously dim eyes instantly lit up with a glimmer of light, and her small face couldn't help but reveal a hint of undisguised anticipation.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Liu Qingwan stood at the door, clutching a letter tightly in her hand. Her face was full of urgency and panic, and even her clothes were a little disheveled, clearly indicating that she had rushed over.

She didn't have time to take a closer look at the people in the room; her gaze urgently fell on He Anyao, and she quickly asked:

"Mother, I just went to check on Huaijin, and I found he's already gone. When did he leave?"

Liu Qingwan's words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly pouring down on He Anyao and Xie Xingran's hearts.

He Anyao's smile froze instantly, her steps faltering, and she was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

The glimmer of expectation in Xie Xingran's eyes vanished completely at that moment. He pursed his pale lips, buried his head in He Anyao's neck, and clutched her clothes tightly with his small hands, quietly hiding all his grievances and disappointment in this small corner.