Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

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After listening to Rong Zhao's words, Lin Huan fell into silence.

She lowered her head slightly, turned around and leaned against the railing, looking at the gradually darkening sky in the distance, with a somewhat lonely expression, as if she was thinking about something. There was a trace of deep longing and sadness in her eyes.

After a while, Ah Huan raised his head slightly and said softly: "I know I can't hide it from him. He may be angry with me...but I know this is inevitable."

"But... I don't regret the decision I made... I have never regretted it from the beginning to the end." Whether it was the order given on the battlefield that year or now.

Rong Zhao accompanied her silently, feeling the gentle touch of the breeze on her cheek. However, Rong Zhao did not respond to her words at this moment, because he really did not know what words to use to comfort the woman in front of him. It is true that she did not regret the choice she made, but because of this, when she was hurt, she would also feel guilty because those who cared about her would worry about her.

The rain gradually intensified, and raindrops fell one after another. A waiter quickly walked to their table and held up a huge umbrella to protect the only table of guests still outside. The other diners had already hurriedly hidden in the house to avoid the rain. The drizzle fell on Lin Huan's face like silk, bringing a slight chill, but she seemed unaware of it.

Rong Zhao stared at her, and a wave of pity involuntarily welled up in his heart.

"Ahuan, let's go inside. The rain is too heavy." Rong Zhao said softly.

Lin Huan shook her head slowly, her eyes still fixed on the distant place. After a short pause, she sighed softly, as if she had made an important decision.

"Rong Zhao...I..." He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice suddenly choked in his throat.

Before he finished speaking, a small figure holding an exquisite little umbrella came running over like a cheerful little bird, quickly got into the shelter of the big umbrella, looked up at the woman in front of him, his eyes full of intimacy and dependence.

"Aunt!" He shouted excitedly, his childish voice echoing in the rain. The rain dripped down his hair and soaked his clothes, but he didn't seem to care at all, just holding on to the corner of his aunt's clothes tightly.

"Xiao Jin..." She turned around and smiled, "It's raining so hard, why did you come out? It's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Lin Huan slowly stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the crystal clear raindrops on the ends of Xiao Jin's hair that fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. He asked with a worried look on his face, "Did the rain get your clothes wet?"

Xiao Jin gently shook her head to show that she was fine, then she carefully handed the delicate little bowl she was holding in both hands to Lin Huan and said softly, "Aunt, please enjoy!"

"What is this?" Lin Huan asked in confusion with a look of doubt on his face.

"Hehe, it rained today, and I happened to pass by the kitchen. Chef Su asked me to pass this to you!" Ye Jin replied with a smile. After seeing this scene, Rong Zhao, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, outlining a faint arc.

Lin Huan reached out to take the item, and when she looked closely, she realized it was a bowl of steaming, fragrant ginger soup. Instantly, a warm current arose from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Drink it quickly, aunt." Xiao Jin urged softly.

Lin Huan nodded, blew a few times on the ginger soup, and then tasted it slowly in small sips after the temperature was suitable. Rong Zhao silently stared at the warm and peaceful scene in front of him, and felt endless warmth and peace in his heart.

"Thank you, Xiaojin. Please convey my gratitude to Chef Su on my behalf." Lin Huan expressed his gratitude sincerely with a smile on his face.

"It's just a small thing. There's no need to thank me, aunt." Xiao Jin smiled happily.

"Ye Jin." Rong Zhao called softly from the side. His voice was low, as if carrying a heavy power.

Ye Jin was stunned and his body trembled slightly. He turned around slowly and stared at Rong Zhao, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes: doubt, worry and a hint of expectation.

"...Uncle? You're here?" Ye Jin's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing his inner excitement. He stared at Rong Zhao's face, trying to read more information from his expression.

"Yeah." Rong Zhao nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of gentleness and relief. Ye Jin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked: "My father...how is he? Has his condition improved?"

Rong Zhao sighed softly, patted Ye Jin on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, kid. He's much better now. Although he still needs some time to recuperate, he has finally passed the most dangerous time."

Hearing this news, Ye Jin felt relieved and relaxed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt his heart gradually settle down.

"Xiao Jin, can you do me a favor later?" Lin Huan looked at Xiao Jin, who was leaning against her, with loving eyes. Her voice was gentle and warm, like the warmest spring breeze. She continued, "Tomorrow, your aunt and your uncle will return to Liyue Harbor. When your sister and the others return from the remote and dangerous Jueyunjian, please convey our news so that they don't have to worry. Oh, by the way, there's also Yunxi... Look at my memory, I almost forgot... There's still a whole night tonight! Xiao Jin, if you see your mother Yunxi later, remember to remind me... Don't forget."

"No problem!" Ye Jin nodded happily and responded, "Don't worry, aunt, I remember everything!" The tender and cute little face was filled with joy and confidence.