In the Taihe Palace, Zhu Haomiao untied a small pouch from his waist, and a figure tumbled out with a cry of "waa waa waa" as they hit the ground.
Plop~
Watching the stunning woman tightly hold the little girl, who in turn held Diao Chan, three pairs of big glistening eyes staring at him, Zhu Haomiao furrowed his brows with indescribable emotion.
Are you doing a nested doll show here...
"It's alright now, you're safe."
"Chirp~"
Hearing the boy's reassurance, the carefree Diao Chan struggled out of the little girl's embrace and skittered over to him in a flash.
Deprived of her furry "pillow," Zhao Nuo, heedless of her mother's instinctual fear, stood up from her arms, glanced around, and a sorrow far beyond her years poured from her dark eyes.
"They're all dead... everyone is dead..."
Seeing the little girl clutching her clothes, head down and mumbling, Zhu Haomiao patted her head and gave a meaningful sigh.
