Yan Hui raised his head and looked at the three thousand lanterns, a tear streaked across his cheek and fell to the ground. He could not control his sad and uncontrollable mood, nor could he control the warm pain welling up in his heart.

"Brother Yanhui, I want to tell you that night is not hell, this is your home." Nian Jinshu's voice was soft and firm, full of enthusiasm, "Your home is beautiful and warm. It is your harbor."

, is your place of residence, it will never be hell."

Yan Hui's tears fell on the back of his hands, and he suddenly turned around and hugged Nian Jinshu.

He held her in his arms!

The stars twinkled, and three thousand lanterns hung in the sky like a long river.

He and she hugged each other tightly, licking each other's wounds in the bright light.

Nian Jinshu can feel the warm tears on his neck.

She hugged him gently and stroked his back over and over again.

Silence is the most affectionate companionship!

"Ah Jin, I have become an orphan." Yan Hui burst into tears. He could no longer control his grief. The fragility and sadness that Chu Feishuang had tried so hard to hide after his death came out.

He became an orphan.

I will never see my father again, and I will never see my grandma again.

Nian Jinshu also had red circles in his eyes and accompanied him on the tower, crying like a child.

She stroked his back over and over again.

It's okay, Yan Hui.

And I, I am always by your side!

Yan Hui cried for a long time, and Nian Jinshu hugged him all the time. No matter how mature and calm he was, this year was only two decades old. He experienced the pain of losing his father in the fantasy realm. In reality,

I also experienced the pain of losing my mother.

"I killed my mother-in-law!"

In the past few days, Yan Hui has not dared to close his eyes. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Chu Feishuang dying on top of his shocking image appeared in his eyes. This image tortured his nerves.

Every time he woke up from the dream, he was covered in cold sweat.

"It's not you!" Nian Jinshu knew what he was thinking. Yan Hui was so smart, how could he not see that Chu Feishang was trying to protect him? "Madam was trying to protect you and Buyedu. She used her own life to protect him."

In exchange for your peace."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Feishuang fell into the devil, and the evidence was as solid as a mountain.

Yan Hui, all of the Night City will not be able to escape, they will be attacked by the entire immortal sect, and the whole of the Night City will surely flow into rivers of blood. How could Chu Feishuang not know that, so she used her own life to protect the Night City

Everything was done to protect her beloved son.

Only if Yan Hui kills him with his own hands and destroys relatives in a righteous way can both Yan Hui and Bu Ye escape the disaster.

Xiao Jin understood it, and so did Feng Huanlin.

"It's my incompetence!" Yan Hui was torturing himself all the way to help Ling return home. If Qiankun Tu can break through, if his cultivation level increases a little more and becomes as strong as Xuanming Zhenren, who would dare to embarrass his mother?

.

His mother won’t die either!

Ten years.

He has been looking for a way to save Chu Feishang. If he could find it, his mother would not die.

All the immortal sects gathered in Phoenix City. Even if he was more vigilant, Chu Feishuang went crazy the night before. If he had been more cautious, if he was not so conceited, his mother would not have to die.

It’s all because of his incompetence!

Along the way, he was torturing himself.

Nian Jinshu hugged him distressedly and let him cry in her arms. This hidden pain must be exposed to the sun in order to heal. Yan Hui's heart was too deep.

He was not wrong about Chu Feishang's death.

It was Xiao Jin and Chu Yingge who tried every possible means to kill Chu Feishang.

In the Phoenix City, one link after another was designed, each link was tightly linked. Xiao Jin would kill Chu Feishuang with one hit. What could Yan Hui do?

"You are right!" Nian Jinshu hugged her tenderly, "Madam loves you so much, and she must hope that you can live well."

Yan Hui cried most of the night.

When Master Yan Sect died, he had never cried so embarrassingly, and the situation at that time did not allow him to cry. His father was dead, his mother was crazy, and the whole night was in chaos.

At only eight years old, he has to bear the burden of the entire city that never sleeps.

He faced so many elders and sect leaders throughout the night, and he didn't dare to shed a tear. He couldn't let others see the fragility in his heart, and he couldn't let others see through his fear.

He sat high up, watching everything coldly, and his young shoulders carried all the burdens.

In these ten years, no one has shared it.

No one knows how many life and death situations he has experienced step by step to get to where he is today.

Although Chu Feishuang's demonic fall became more and more serious and her mind became increasingly unclear, there was still a glimmer of hope. In the end, this glimmer of hope was shattered. No one knew what a tragic pain it was.

After accompanying Yan Hui and crying heartily, Nian Jinshu took him to sit on the tower and looked at the sky filled with prayer lanterns. The scene was as picturesque as a grand fireworks.

"Does it look good?" Nian Jinshu asked.

"It's beautiful." After Yan Hui cried for a while, he felt that he was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to read the Nian Jinshu. He was afraid that the Nian Jinshu would think he was weak and cried so embarrassingly.

However, his mood was no longer so heavy, nor so sad.

In this event, three thousand prayer lights were hung in the sky, illuminating the entire city that never sleeps.

The Nian Jin Shu said, this is not hell, this is your home.

These words seemed to take root in his heart, bringing him endless hope and warmth. The city that never sleeps under the long starlight is beautiful and warm.

It's his home!

The heavy weight that had been weighing on his heart was silently removed.

This was the first time since Master Yan's death that he felt that he was being held in someone's hands and cared for.

It’s actually a New Year’s book!

Yes, it can only be a New Year Book.

"You haven't been seen for several days. Did you do it alone?"

"It's as good as one person's work." Nian Jinshu chuckled and said, "Lin Shu'an and Wuhen helped me buy materials from the city next door. Do you think the little rabbit looks like a little pink?"

"Rabbits all look the same."

"It's different. The rabbits I draw are all different."

Yan Hui chuckled, yes, they can't be exactly the same.

"I don't even remember my birthday." Yan Hui said, Double Ten's birthday is supposed to be a big birthday. For men in Xizhou Continent, Double Ten is more important than the coming-of-age ceremony at sixteen.

But before such an important birthday, he lost everything.

"I remember." Nian Jinshu said, "Do you like the lights?"

Yan Hui looked up at the starry sky, his face calm and gentle, "I like it."

What he likes is the three thousand lanterns that someone has spent all their efforts to light for him. This affection is priceless, and it is a sincere feeling that he will never forget in his life.

What she likes is that illusory young man, so what?

It’s him who enjoys this feeling!

"Where is your Jinghongying?" Nian Jinshu asked.
Chapter completed!