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Chapter 592 Dream Talisman (5)

In a dream.

Xiaorou was basking in the sun in the garden, stroking her bulging belly with her hands, her face full of happiness of being a new mother.

Faintly, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

"Who is it, who is calling my mother?"

She looked around blankly and didn't see anyone else. She only saw her husband Jiaming coming over and hugging her tightly.

He said, "Xiao Rou, it's time for me to go, and it's time for you to go too."

Xiaorou asked in confusion: "Where are we going? Didn't we agree to stay together forever?"

"Xiao Rou..." The man's voice choked, "You actually know everything, right? You're just avoiding it."

Xiaorou's tears flowed instantly, and she became emotional: "No, we are not going anywhere, we are staying here, okay? Our child is not born yet, you haven't seen what he looks like..."

"I've seen him. He's very good and looks a lot like me." Jiaming shed tears and kissed away the tears from his lover's eyes, "Don't cry, baby. As long as you're fine, I can let go of everything and won't fight for anything. Xiaorou, forget me and live a good life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into nothingness and dissipated like smoke.

The wind blew violently around, sweeping up countless pink, white, and light blue hydrangea petals, which fluttered all over the sky. When the flowers fell, everything fell apart.

The dream collapsed and she finally returned to reality.

Xiaorou stared at the ceiling blankly, tears streaming down her face.

After Tao Zirong called the master in, he saw his wife open her eyes and wake up.

He was immediately overjoyed: "Xiao Rou, you finally woke up! How do you feel?"

The master checked the situation from the side and found that there was no trace of ghosts in the whole house or on Xiaorou's body, so there was no need to collect the lonely souls.

Hearing Tao Zirong's voice, Xiaorou slowly turned her head to look at him - her future husband, with whom she had slept in the same bed for more than twenty years.

He brought her twenty years of wealth and glory, and spoiled her into a wealthy lady who had never had to do any housework.

But this man was the murderer who killed Jiaming. So all these years of rich life became a huge joke!

The moment Tao Zirong met his wife's gaze, he panicked: "Xiao Rou, don't look at me like that. When you get better, you can hit me or scold me, but just don't look at me like that, please. I really love you so much, I love you crazy!"

"I know I've let you down, so I've tried my best to make up for it over the years. I've done my best to treat you well!"

"Xiao Rou, as long as you forget the past, our family of three can go back to the way we were before, we..."

"I can't...go back..." Xiaorou turned her head away, not even wanting to look at Tao Zirong again.

Tao Zirong became more and more flustered and kept coaxing the woman, like a child who had made a mistake and was eager to get forgiveness from an adult.

"You all go away... I want... I want some quiet..." After a long sleep, her voice became weak and intermittent.

"Xiao Rou, listen to me, I..." Tao Zirong wanted to explain but was pulled out by Mr. T.

"Dad, calm down. Give Mom some time. Don't push her anymore. Please don't push her anymore!"

Tao Zirong grabbed Mr. T's shoulders and asked, "Son, you can understand your father, right? Although I did those things, I have always been very good to you all these years and gave you and your son the best and most stable life."

Mr. T said, "No matter what, you are still my father. It's getting late, go to the guest room and have a rest. I will go and persuade Mom tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You must help me persuade her. We are a family. No matter what happens, we are a family. We must live well together..."

After Mr. T sent Tao Zirong back to the guest room, he went back to the master bedroom to see his mother.

Xiaorou reached out and touched her son's face, and said slowly: "You are indeed... more like him..."

"Mother……"

"Go out, I want to be alone for a while..."

"Okay then. I'll be on the sofa at the door. Call me if you need anything."

Mom seemed very calm. Mr. T didn't know whether his mother could forgive Tao Zirong and return to normal life.

And Jiaming... a ghost in the dream, Mr. T’s biological father... is he really gone?

Thinking of him, Mr. T felt very regretful. He regretted that he didn’t call him “Dad” in his dream.

When he woke up in a daze, he found that he had been crying without knowing when. Unfortunately, he didn't see him again in his dream this time.

So he should have left, right?

The relationship between father and son in this life comes and goes quickly, and in the end, we will never have the chance to have it again.

At this time, Tao Zirong came personally with breakfast.

"Dad, why are you up so early?"

"I was worried about your mother and couldn't sleep, so I got up and made some porridge for him."

In his entire life, he had only cooked soup for Xiaorou.

However, when the door of the master bedroom opened, the father and son saw Xiaorou sitting on the window with a dazed expression.

"Little Rou!"

"mom!"

The woman looked back at her son one last time, and a smile finally appeared on her haggard face: "I still want to go find him..."

She leaned over and fell like a falling petal.

The wind whistled in her ears, and for a moment, she seemed to be back to when she was ten years old.

In the sunshine, beside the stream, the boy holds a camera with a bright smile.

Suddenly, with a "click", the boy pressed the shutter and took a picture of the first meeting...