Ling Muyao received twice the amount of motherly and fatherly love, as the child from their past life did not survive, naturally all the love is doubled on him.
"Slow down." Duan Yanran gently patted her son's little back as he ate ravenously.
"Drink some water." Ling Tianyu got up and poured a cup of cool boiled water, placing it in front of his son.
The couple couldn't eat much, being cultivators.
Ling Muyao ate a lot.
"Feed Mommy one?" Duan Yanran leaned over, looking at her son and said.
Ling Muyao clumsily picked up a piece of rib and brought it to his mother's mouth.
Seeing this, Ling Tianyu couldn't help but recall the child from his past life, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. Duan Yanran thought of it too; even though she was reborn, having been pregnant with him, the heartache and longing were inevitable.
"Let it go." Ling Tianyu looked at his wife and comforted her: "It's all in the past, this life, just take care of Muyao."
Duan Yanran nodded, her eyes red.
