Ruan Mei begged me to go back? I can't go back anymore

The breeze gently blew the bangs on his forehead. Zao Wu's eyes were clear and bright. He looked ahead, but it seemed as if he was looking into the infinite emptiness in his heart.

It turned out that taking this step was much simpler than he had imagined.

It turned out that his broken heart already had a pure land.

It is surrounded by endless love, gradually gathering all the fragments and restoring itself to its original state.

What a great creation it is, a miracle born of love.

In this infinite space of the heart.

It can hold the breeze, grass sprouts, flowers and the sky.

Can hold all good things.

Even the vastness of the entire galactic universe.

But it can't hold just one name.

——Nguyen Mei.

The breeze suddenly died down, and all things were silent.

Hayami slowly withdrew his gaze and fell on Jizi's face nearby.

The boy looked into his eyes and then smiled gently.

Hayami's smile was like a warm spring breeze, blowing out the flickering flames in Jizi's pupils and extinguishing all the anxiety and fear growing in her heart.

Let her realize it more clearly than anyone else.

Morning Mist...is still her Morning Mist, her child!

She was such a fool for worrying and hesitating without permission!

Hayami deserves her trust more than anyone else in this world!

On this point, Ji Zi might have to learn from Xing!

She had never doubted Zao Wu, and at this moment she gave him a look full of tacit understanding and trust.

Hayami's eyes met his, and a long-lost feeling of familiarity and warmth came over him, making him smile again.

Then came sister March seven, brother Danheng, and uncle Walter.

Hayami looked at them one by one, exchanging their unique feelings with their eyes.

The tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Finally, only Ruan Mei was left, her face pale but still waiting unwillingly.

Waiting for his attention.

Waiting for his look back!

Morning fog?

Morning fog...

You, you are my child.

Why don't you...look at me?

Look at me! Morning fog!

The next moment, Ruan Mei's eyes regained some light.

As if he heard the voice in her heart, Zao Wu really raised his eyes and looked at her from afar.

--"Who are you?"

The first time the boy spoke, he easily broke through Ruan Mei's self-righteous psychological defenses.

Her light green pupils shrank into a black dot, and the original brilliance dimmed.

The woman's lips were pale and trembling, as if she wanted to say something.

But several attempts to organize the language ended in failure.

How could she have thought of that.

Who can think of it?

As a creator and a true "mother", when I reunite with my children.

What I got was not tears of joy, nor a desperate hug or a heart-to-heart talk.

Instead, it was a sentence that was extremely cold, as if it had plucked her from his heart, from the depths of his soul... "Who are you?"

Although the indoor temperature of the Black Tower Space Station is like spring all year round, Ruan Mei now only feels cold all over and her hands and feet are cold.

Zao Wu looked at Ruan Mei's pitiful appearance, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy.

Still a look of cold indifference.

If you show obvious hatred, it is actually a sign that you care about her.

But the morning fog is no longer the morning fog of the past.

On the contrary, it is Ruan Mei who is still obsessed with the past.

Look at what you look like now.

It's really ugly.

"Morning mist..."

Ruan Mei still refused to give up. Her fingertips dug into her palm, leaving a crescent-shaped mark from which blood was faintly seeping.

She called out emotionally, as if overloading her emotional module that had not been used for a long time.

Hayami thought of this description because sometimes even inorganic creatures seemed to have more moral emotions than her.

The boy remembered his past.

Or to be more precise, the part that is only related to Ruan Mei.

His birth.

and his destruction.

"Morning mist, my child..."

"You must have been taught badly, learned bad things outside, how could you be so bad to me...

"Say something so cold to me?"

"I am your...your mother, your mom!"

"I gave you life, and I nurtured you to grow up!"

"Yes, I did something wrong."

"But that was because I didn't understand at the time..."

"You didn't give me time to adjust. You were the one who was not behaving well!"

"But it's okay. Mom doesn't blame you."

Until this moment, Ruan Mei was still stubborn and believed that the abandoned child should bear most of the fault.

She raised her hand and touched her heaving chest, and involuntarily moved closer to where Zao Wu was, nibbling away at the safe distance bit by bit.

The woman spoke again in a slightly softer tone.

As if he thought that this would win the boy's heart.

"Morning fog, can you come back?"

"Come back to me..."

"Mom is willing to learn and be a good mother for you."

"I can give you everything you've ever desired."

"Is it possible..."

"Do you really need me to beg you?"

Ruan Mei suddenly grabbed Zao Wu's hand and held it tightly.

The morning mist could not be pulled away immediately, which gave the woman a huge illusion.

Thought I succeeded.

She pressed on with her victory, briefly putting aside her pride and dignity.

"Okay, I beg you..."

"Hayagi, mom, please!"

"Come back to me!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Zao Wu saw the opportunity, frowned as if he had touched something dirty, and pulled his hand out of Ruan Mei's palm.

The feeling of empty palms made Ruan Mei fall into a trance.

In response to her passionate confession, Hayami responded with cold words.

It made her feel like she was falling into the bottomless abyss.

--"go back?"

——"We can't go back."

Chapter 4: Mothers fight, Black Tower wins? (k)

The warmth between your palms will quickly dissipate if you don't hold them tightly.

The biting cold that followed was hard to shake off.

But all of this was far less traumatic than the words Zao Wu said with a cold expression.

Ruan Mei had imagined many scenarios of her reunion with Zao Wu.

To be more precise, it is to imagine Hayami's attitude when facing herself.

Imagine that he would be sad, grief-stricken, broken down, angry...

Either way, at least it proves that his emotions will fluctuate and waver because of me!

Just like the chips constantly stacked on the scale!

Perhaps Zao Wu is still very far away from me for the time being, and my position is too low and pitiful.

But he will eventually fall towards himself as the balance tilts.

Because emotions themselves mean caring, being hard to forget and unable to give up.

Love is a very strong emotion that can deeply connect two people.

And hatred is no exception.

Ruan Mei would rather hate herself earlier...

I also don't want to see his cold and ruthless attitude towards me!

Ruan Mei's hand was suspended in the air, she forgot to retract it, and looked a little stiff.

She looked at Zao Wu's eyes and eyebrows that were similar to hers. On the one hand, she was hurt by the indifference in them, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but want to keep him, and her voice trembled rarely.

If scientists who are familiar with Ruan Mei were to see this scene, it would only refresh their worldview.

"Morning, Morning Fog... Stop joking with mom, okay?"

"We can reconcile, we can start over..."

This is the joke that Zao Wu heard.

Reconciliation? Now?

Ruan Mei, you are joking!

The boy looked at her coldly, not even thinking of saying another word.

If it weren't for the cold and dangerous aura emanating from Ruan Mei.