Salty tears slid down the face, dropping onto his lips.
Yun Nianfeng's eyelashes trembled softly, he stretched out his soft little tongue to lick his lips, finding them salty, bitter...
"Mother..."
In his dream, it seemed he saw his mother return.
He really wanted to ask her why she hadn't returned.
He felt so uncomfortable alone, father didn't pay attention to him anymore, he longed for mother's embrace, he desperately wanted to sleep leaning on her bosom.
Mother, when will you return?
Feng'er misses you so much, Feng'er is in such discomfort, do you know?
...
Dawn broke, and a sudden commotion arose in the Mingyuan Royal Mansion.
Because their Prince was clutching a bottle, frantically searching everywhere within the manor.
No one knew what he was looking for.
But from his nervous demeanor, it was clear that whatever he sought was very important.
Yet, he found nothing at all.
