Si Ming opened his misty eyes, and vaguely saw a hazy white shadow.
The nice voice and the familiar cool smell made her know who it was in an instant.
Si Ming stretched out his hand, grabbed Mu Ran's sleeve tightly, and with a trembling voice, called in a low voice: "Brother, brother"
His face was extremely pale, as if he was about to die in a second.
Mu Ran quickly helped him to the bed, and said to him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, my brother has come back, and I will never leave you again. You need to have a good rest. Do you understand?"
"Hmm" Si Ming responded with heavy eyelids, but the hand holding Mu Ran's sleeve did not let go.
When Si Ming saw Mu Ran, he fell into a coma with complete peace of mind.
Mu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Si Ming's pale face, and sighed.
His sleeves were tightly clenched, and he couldn't stand up.
All he could do was wait quietly for Si Ming to wake up.
Fortunately, Si Ming was not in a coma for a long time. It was near the afternoon that he woke up faintly and opened his eyes.
It was Muran's face that came into view.
The light in Si Ming's eyes gradually increased, and there was still mist rising in it. He laughed happily: "Brother!"
The well-behaved little appearance is exactly the same as when I was a child.
Mu Ran patted his head lightly, as before: "Good boy."
After the words fell, Mu Ran withdrew his hand.
How could such the most innocent child in front of him bethe terrifying appearance seen in the picture?
Regarding where he went, Mu Ran didn't say a word.
Si Ming also wisely did not choose to ask.
His leg is completely healed.
And, miraculously, he can touch Mu Ran now.
In the current time, what he does most every day is hug Mu Ran's waist and act like a baby.
What makes Mu Ran feel sad is that the fifteen-year-old Siming is already as tall as him.
With a touch of sadness, time passed day by day.
It was a peaceful day as usual, but an unexpected guest came.
"Si Ming! Si Ming! You give back my son! You give back my son!!!"
The door was knocked open with a bang, and someone broke in.
At that time, Mu Ran was still sitting in a chair and reading a book.
Si Ming also sat at the desk, writing and drawing.
The appearance of a woman broke the peace of the room.
Mu Ran raised his head subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, full of shock.
The white lotus imperial concubine who is always arrogant, does not take everyone seriously, and is always well-groomed.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were dirty and soiled.
She was like crazy, shouting in a sharp voice, how could she have the dignity of a former imperial concubine?
The mud on her clothes, the mud on her outstretched hands, and the mud between her fingers all showed what she had discovered.
The already crazy woman was easily held hostage by the shadow guards.
A piece of white cloth was stuffed in her mouth, and she couldn't speak when she went online, so she could only whimper in a low voice.
The eyes full of hatred are extremely red, like evil spirits crawling from hell.
Si Ming panicked, turned to look at Mu Ran: "Brother, brother"
Mu Ran raised his eyes slightly, and stood up slowly.
He walked towards the mad woman step by step.
Si Ming's heart rose, he stood up hastily, and shouted almost as if praying; "Brother¡ª¡ª"