Xiaoxiao tugged at Feng Guang’s sleeve. “Then… please don’t tell my father I wore red clothes.”
“Alright, I won’t tell him.” Feng Guang sat on the bed. “Xiaoxiao, are you terrified of your father?”
Xiaoxiao nodded, then shook her head.
Feng Guang chuckled. “What kind of answer is that?”
“When my father isn’t angry, he’s very gentle. But when he’s angry, he’s also gentle. My uncles and I can never tell when he’s happy or upset, so we don’t dare talk to him casually,” Xiaoxiao explained.
“Such an unpredictable person… Your mother must have had it hard.”
Xiaoxiao’s eyes dimmed. “Father said that my mother left when I was still a baby.”
Feng Guang paused. “Left…?”
“Yes… My uncles told me that bad people were trying to kill my father, and my mother left to protect both me and my father. So, my mother didn’t want to leave us.” Xiaoxiao hurriedly added, worried that Feng Guang might think she was abandoned by her mother. “Father said that once he gets out, he’ll take me to find my mother. It’s just that I couldn’t wait, so I snuck out.”
Feng Guang understood. “I saw on your records that you’re an orphan. So, you snuck out of your home.”
“Ah, I said it!” Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, and then looked at Feng Guang with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to be kicked out. I want to stay here and find my mother.”
“Your mother… is she from Xuan Sect?”
“Yes! My uncles said my mother is a disciple of Xuan Sect. The bad people who want to kill my father are also from Xuan Sect. I need to find my mother quickly and bring her back. Otherwise, staying in this sect full of bad people is dangerous.”
Feng Guang teased her, “You’re saying this whole Xuan Sect is full of bad people, but does that include me?”
“No, no! You’re the best! You’re beautiful, sweet, and kind-hearted!”
“Alright, no need to flatter me. I won’t tell anyone you ran away from home.” Feng Guang raised her hand, and with a small gesture, the candle flame went out. She pulled the little girl over to the bed, let her sleep on the inside, and tucked her in. With a gentle smile, she asked, “What’s your mother’s name? Maybe I know her.”
The moonlight shone through the window, and Xiaoxiao saw Feng Guang’s face illuminated by the soft glow. It made her feel even more comfortable, and she snuggled closer into her embrace. “My mother is just… my mother. I don’t know her name. But she’s very beautiful, even more beautiful than me.”
“Then she must be more beautiful than I am,” Feng Guang replied.
“Although you’re pretty too, you’re not as beautiful as my mother.” Xiaoxiao, who had climbed the mountain for an hour, began to feel her eyelids droop. She mumbled sleepily, “I will find my mother. If my mother is here, then father won’t ignore me so much…”
Her voice grew softer and softer until it faded into the sound of her gentle, steady breathing. The little girl had worn herself out completely.
Feng Guang gently patted her back, muttering to herself, “Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao… Did you get your name by coincidence, or is it because…”
She didn’t finish her sentence. Her initial guess seemed too far-fetched, and she felt a hint of doubt creeping in as if she were reminding herself that her assumption lacked any real basis.
The memories of this world, from childhood up until now, were all clear in her mind. What’s more, she was only sixteen years old—how could she possibly have a six or seven-year-old daughter?
Feng Guang sighed, realizing she had been too paranoid.