"Zhi'er! My child!"
Yingy Shuangshuang looked at Chen Zhixing, who was now a head taller than her, with tears in her eyes that had long turned into ice crystals, rolling like broken strings of pearls.
Chen Tianliang stood beside Yingy Shuangshuang, also looking at Chen Zhixing, his throat churning with words yet unspoken.
They had so much to say, but they knew this was not the place for it.
"Zhi'er, please promise your mother, don't be impulsive, okay?"
Yingy Shuangshuang reached out, gently wiping the blood from the corner of Chen Zhixing's mouth. When she saw his head full of white hair, her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
My God, Zhi'er is just a young man, what on earth has he gone through for his hair to turn white?
"Hmph, what a touching reunion for a mother and her son." The Snow Demon King, sitting on the icy throne, suddenly remarked sourly.
Chen Zhixing heard this and raised his head, looking at the Snow Demon King with a cold laugh:
