Stranger's Warmth

  "Why take me away?" Shui Jingyu's voice had recovered a bit, but was still somewhat hoarse, yet still persistently asked Shui Luoming.

  Actually, in her heart, if she didn't get to the bottom of things, she would feel uncomfortable, let alone when it came to her own family members. Those who knew her understood that she was always exceptionally persistent when it came to her loved ones.

  "Don't you want to go see your father? Don't you want to know why your mother died? Don't you want to know who your brother is?"

  Shui Luo's rhetorical question made Shui Qian fall silent, why? She herself also wanted to know, why when she received news about her loved ones, her heart wasn't filled with joy, but instead was tense and uneasy.

  Will uncle recognize himself? Can he really have his own relatives? Won't he hate himself?

  Shui Jingyu, who has always been fearless of heaven and earth, cold in nature, and the master of Fengyujun, is actually afraid of being disliked and hated by his own family members. If the people on the Taoist path were to find out, I wonder how surprised they would be.

  "Qing'er, you won't forget me, will you......" Suddenly, Shui Luomeng revealed a pitiful expression, squatted down, and "cried" to Shui Qingyu.

  "...Have we met before?" After some deliberation, Shui Jingyu still said this sentence out loud, and as expected, she saw a speechless expression on Shui Luoming's face.

  "You're leaving, you can go, but how could you forget about me?!" Shui Luoming was angry, Shui Luoming was jealous, Shui Luoming was helpless.

  "Cough cough, you... are you really sure I've seen you before?" With a strong gaze, Shui Jingyu said it again, and Shui Luoming was inwardly hurt.

  "You forgot, when you first left the Gong family's house, you almost got into a car accident, and it was me who sent you to the hospital." That night, he met her, and no one knew that the two of them would still have a chance to meet again, let alone in such a special capacity.

  When Shui Luo Ming said that, Shui Qing Yu also remembered that one night which made her feel warmth for the first time.

  Seven years ago, when she was just reborn, she coincidentally fell ill and her body was extremely weak. However, to prevent the events of her past life from repeating themselves, to make herself stronger, and to avenge her mother, she packed her bags, took the credit card left behind by her mother, and planned to escape under the cover of night. But her so-called sister, Ling Jiaoqian, somehow found out and attempted to kill her.

  She was forced to flee, hiding from east to west, and went a whole day and night without eating or drinking anything. Her head spun with thirst and hunger, and the scene in front of her became blurry. When she was crossing the road, she almost got hit by a black sedan, and although it was just a graze, she still fainted on the side of the road.

  When she woke up, she saw a little boy about the same age as him sleeping on her hospital bed, his small body growing taller in her heart. Her right hand was connected to an IV drip, and there was a lunchbox and a cup of hot water on the table beside her.

  At that moment, it seemed as if something in my heart was melting, warm and gentle, with tears swirling in my eyes, but stubbornly refusing to fall. I reached out to adjust his position slightly, but ended up startling the little boy awake.

  Shui Qian still remembered when he was a little boy, he woke up and saw himself looking at him, the surprise in his eyes flashed by, and he quickly called the doctor to check on himself.

  At that time, she who was often ignored for the first time knew warmth, and received warmth, but not from her relatives, but from a stranger.