March in spring is supposed to be the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, but in the Wuwu Flower Capital, it is still snowing. In the dim dusk, two rows of footprints, one large and one small, were quickly obscured.
"Father Feng, where are we going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Ling'er doesn't want to go anywhere. Ling'er wants to stay with her mother, but Ling'er knows that she must leave now to save her mother. Ling'er doesn't want to grow up, but Ling'er thinks that only when she grows up and becomes smarter can she protect her mother. Call me daddy, Ling'er is good. I miss my mother, I almost don't remember my mother, will Ling'er forget my mother? Ling'er, don't forget your mother." As she spoke, the little girl's face was covered with tears, and she reached out to touch her cheek, and a drop of crystal hung on the tip of her index finger, and a trace of confusion hit her heart.
"Hey, what is this? It looks like a gem."
"It's tears. It means Ling'er already has feelings."
"Tears? Feelings? Mom will be very happy to know that I have them, right?"
"I will definitely do it." I saw a man in green shirt, about 20 or 30 years old, leaning slightly, caressing the little girl's head lovingly, and replied with emotion. He looked back at the majestic palace, took the little girl's hand, and left slowly. No one heard his murmur, "Your Majesty, empress, don't worry, Feng will definitely take good care of Ling'er, and will definitely come back, definitely..."