Jun Xiaomo had wiped away her tears and looked determined: "Aunt Nan, I will definitely take you back! I want to save you!"

With these words, he was determined and he gritted his teeth and bent down again to hold Nan Yan on his back.

Every few steps he took, he would fall unsteadily and fall to the ground. His knees were bruised and bloody, but he seemed to feel no pain and continued to stand up.

Walk forward step by step.

Even Jun Xiaomo didn't know how long he had been gone.

It's as if this road has no end.

His knees were bloody, his clothes were in tatters, his face was gray, and there were several scratches on his face.

Before, Jun Xiaomo would fall down after walking a few steps. This time, as soon as he stood up, he was so exhausted that he fell to his knees on the ground.

His knees were so painful that he lost consciousness.

But when he tried to get up again, he fell down again before he could stand up, and his palms were pressed heavily to the ground.

Looking at Nan Yan who fell in front of him, he tried hard to crawl towards her, even if it was just to get closer to her.

He would feel at ease where she was.

"Aunt Nan, I'm so tired."

"Am I so useless? I promised you just now that I would take you away, but now I can't even leave by myself..."

Jun Xiaomo lay next to Nan Yan, hugged Nan Yan hard, and shrank his little head in her arms.

He sniffed his little nose. This feeling of peace of mind was something he had never experienced in all these years.

"But it doesn't matter. Aunt Nan, you promised me that I would be your son in the next life."

"But if I snatch you away in the next life, will Xiaoxiao and Xiaobao...won't like me anymore?"

But he really wanted to be Aunt Nan's son.

He can only repay his debt to Xiaobao and Xiaoxiao in the next life.

Jun Xiaomo's eyelids trembled. He was really tired and wanted to take a nap, so his eyes gradually closed.

However.

At the moment Jun Xiaomo's eyelids gradually closed, a warm and soft hand slowly fell on his little head.

His little body suddenly stiffened.

Jun Xiaomo's eyes, which had not had time to close, slowly opened under the warmth of that palm.

Instantly, he met a pair of bright eyes.

Those eyes were like stars, with starlight in them, but Jun Xiaomo couldn't stop crying.

He whimpered, threw himself into Nan Yan's arms, and held her tightly.

"Aunt Nan, I thought you didn't want me anymore, wuwu."

"I won't die," Nan Yan touched Jun Xiaomo's head: "I haven't brought you back yet, how could I die?"

Jun Xiaomo curled up his mouth slightly and said in a choker voice: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll leave me."

"Since I said I would bring you back to the capital safely, I will not break my promise."

Nan Yan lowered his head slowly, and when he saw the miserable little appearance of Little Rouduanzi, his eyes turned red with distress: "Do you feel any pain?"

Jun Xiaomo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

The little guy's strong appearance made Nan Yan's heart beat violently, and she hugged him tightly, with tears soaking the corners of her eyes.

"You can yell out if it hurts. It will make you feel much better if you yell out. You don't have to endure it all the time. You're just a child."

He is only a five-year-old child.

The same age as Xiaoxiao and Xiaobao.

Why was he so strong, even though he was hurt so badly, he still told her it didn't hurt.


Chapter completed!