Muran never thought that one day she would meet Gu Mocheng in this way, when he was in danger, she would save him.

　　In the past few years that they had been separated, she had been praying for him to lead a bad life more than once. She had even cursed him and wanted to die. But when he was lying here expressionlessly at this moment, she suddenly couldn't be hard-hearted.

　　Today was the last day of his treatment. After today, his life would be out of danger, so she could return to the Country of Emptiness at ease.

　　Walking into the bedroom, he put down the baby in his arms, then took off his hat and big sunglasses, revealing a quiet and indifferent little face with a bit of sharp eyebrows in the corners of his eyes.

　　On closer inspection, her skin was very good without any decoration, and her eyes and brows were very picky. It was impossible to tell that she was already a mother of a four-year-old child.

　　After taking off the cap and mask on Xilan's little head, pinching her pink little face, she bent down and said softly.

　　"Xilan, sit here obediently. I'll see Uncle later, and then we can leave!"

　　Today was the last day, so she took Xilan here to see this man who should be called Dad. Maybe she would never see him again in the future.

　　She had wrapped them up so tightly because she didn't want to be recognized by anyone, which would cause unnecessary trouble. After all, she and he had become strangers many years ago.

　　"Okay, mommy, hurry up and get back to work. I'll be a good girl..."

　　The tender and soft voice of a child softened her heart.

　　She took Xilan to the sofa in the corner and went to prepare the medicine. But when she came back, she found that little Xilan had climbed onto the big bed at some point. She couldn't help growling.

　　"Hey,Uzbekistane, get down here!"

　　When she shouted, the little man on the big bed suddenly pouted his mouth with grievance, and his big black grape-like eyes were full of tears.

　　"Mommy, didn't you tell me every day that you want to be a lady? Then why are you still talking to me in such a loud voice? It's not like I can't hear you!"

　　Muran's face was suddenly full of black lines and he had a headache. Now such a small number of people had learned to fight against her in a roundabout way. Such a smart personality had completely inherited a certain person.

　　She walked over helplessly and coaxed her in a low voice.

　　"Well, well, well, well, Princess Xilan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have talked to you in a loud voice. Now... can you get out of bed?"

　　"Mommy, the bed is so big that I can't press my uncle, so I just sit here and watch. I won't disturb you!"

　　Little Xilan did not know how to deal with it today. She was so stubborn that she refused to come down. Muran had to give up and let her lie there with one hand holding her little head, looking at someone who was lying on the bed in a coma.

　　He skillfully removed the bandages on Gu Mocheng's body and changed the medicine for him. He was injured in the spine and almost paralyzed. All the doctors did not dare to take the operation. Even if the young master of the Dragon Gate pointed the gun at their heads, no one could take the operation. No one could bear the responsibility of Second Master Gu being disabled.

　　Because the wound was on his spine, he could only lie on the bed. Looking at his pale but angular and determined profile, she felt an inexplicable sourness welling up in her heart.

　　Who said that people only loved once in their life, and everything else was love. She thought that he loved her that time, and it was her disaster.

　　In a trance, she heard little Xilan's crisp child's voice ringing in her ear, pulling back her wandering thoughts.

　　"Mommy, I think this uncle is better than Daddy Jin!"

　　"Why not?"

　　She put away her thoughts and asked softly. Xilan was the treasure given to her by God. She didn't think that there would be a day when she would be cold-hearted like her, and she could speak in such a gentle voice.

　　"Because... Xilan feels that his nose is very similar to hers..."

　　The little person poked at someone's tall nose with her little finger and shook her head as she spoke.

　　"... "

　　Muran's face was suddenly full of black lines.

　　"Seeing Hiran, are you complimenting yourself for being so beautiful?"

　　The little girl protested with displeasure and tears welled up in her eyes again.

　　"Am I not pretty? Mommy, am I not pretty?"

　　"Well, well, well! You're so beautiful. You're as beautiful as a fairy, more beautiful than Xi Shi."

　　She said helplessly and turned to get the gauze.

　　A hint of sadness crept up from the bottom of his heart. Hiran's nose had indeed been inherited from him. The tall bridge of his nose was like a carefully carved work of art. His face looked tough, but on her small face, it gave off a very mischevious vibe.

　　"Ah! Mommy, why is Uncle opening his eyes!"

　　Xilan suddenly let out a small cry of surprise.

　　"What is it?"

　　She turned around in shock and looked into a pair of slightly opened eyes. The medicine bottle in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. She stood there trembling and could not say a word.

　　He shouldn't have woken up at this time. He should have woken up after her treatment today, but what was going on now?

　　"Mommy, mommy, what's wrong?"

　　Xiaoxilan was shocked by her look all of a sudden. She had never seen her mommy look so scary.

　　While Gu Mocheng was in a daze, he only heard two voices talking in his ear. At first, he thought it was very noisy. But later, the more he heard it, the more he felt that the voice was so familiar, just like her voice in his memory. So he desperately wanted to win the dizziness that pressed down on his heart and tried to open his eyes.

　　In a trance, he saw a slender figure standing there. He couldn't see her face clearly, but the familiar feeling made him feel excited. He gasped for air and desperately wanted to open his eyes to see her.

　　"Breathing— "

　　He called her with difficulty, and there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting. It was her! But he couldn't see her clearly.

　　Suddenly, he heard a crisp child's voice.

　　"Uncle, are you calling me mommy? But my mommy is not called Moran, and my dad calls her Muzi..."

　　Awakened by Muran's crisp voice, she rushed forward, picked up little Xilan, and threw her on the carpet. Then she quickly grabbed the other side, in case the needles were used for anesthesia, grabbed his arm, and inserted it.

　　She watched in horror as his black eyes gradually lost all color. In the end, she closed her eyes, and only then did she release a long sigh of relief. She randomly wrapped them up for him, and then she carried Xilan and ran for her life.

　　What was deeply engraved in her mind was the deep pain in his unwilling closed black eyes...