My Little Mom is the Richest

Swallowing his saliva, Mingyue Jun looked around to make sure there was no place for people to live nearby. Then he looked at the stone tablet erected on the solitary tomb. It was blank with nothing engraved on it, except for... a bright red stone like steel. It looks like a bloody handprint, but if you look carefully, the bright blood is still flowing, and it looks like it's alive...

Mingyue Jun shrank up and felt the cold wind blowing behind him. He couldn't help but shuddered, and bravely asked, "Aunt, did you go the wrong way? Doesn't this look like a place where someone lives?"

"Do you know this flower?" The woman walking in front turned around and asked.

"This is a carnation!" After the woman asked, Mingyue Jun's attention shifted to the carnations all around him. He quietly stared at the smooth and delicate serrations and the tight and translucent delicate petals. A feeling of admiration rose up in his heart. He said casually: "Carnations symbolize maternal love without asking for anything in return, so people always give it to their mothers. But some people often give it to their teachers to thank the teacher for caring for them like a mother. Someone once said, Teachers are greater than mothers, because it is everyone's nature to love their own children, but to love other people's children selflessly is the work of God. But carnations are very common, why doesn't Auntie know?"

Shaking her head gently, a rare warm smile appeared on the woman's face. She continued walking towards the tombstone and said lightly: "Not long after she buried me that day, these flowers bloomed here. I have never seen it before, but it's a pity. She has passed away. In the past few years, I have searched through the palace collection but never mentioned this flower. Now I finally know about it." As she spoke, the woman walked to the monument, squatted down and touched the flower carefully with her hands. The fresh bloody handprints, the eyes full of love and worry shed tears quietly, murmuring: "Really? Is this how you feel about me? Is this what you want to say to me? I...like you My mother? Really?"

Mingyue Jun on the side was also very moved, but after thinking about what the woman said, he suddenly froze. "Buried...?" After finally forcing an awkward smile on his stiff face, Mingyue Jun asked cautiously. With. When I saw the woman's loving expression, I thought that she was just thinking wildly, thinking that she was not a person but in the tomb...but...but she just said that she was "buried", right?

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't answer again. She just turned her deep eyes looking at the bloody handprint in another direction, continued to look at herself deeply, and then looked at the handprint again. What does she mean? Do you want to put your own handprint on that handprint? Do you want to do it? What exactly is going on? Is this woman a human or a ghost? Why did she bring herself to this place? One question after another came one after another. Unfortunately, before he could figure things out, he began to follow the woman's instructions obediently and walked step by step towards the unknown grave.

"Don't you need to stop her?" Seeing Mingyue Jun walking towards the lonely grave step by step, Xue Lexing, who had been following behind invisibly, finally couldn't help but ask Feng Xueyang in her heart, "Don't you know that woman is... "

"Don't worry!" Feng Xueyang looked at the situation quietly and said calmly: "Mo Zhanggong will never hurt her."

"I'm telling you! It turns out we know each other!" Xue Lexing hummed, "Aren't you afraid of scaring that little white rabbit of yours?" ,,.