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Now, standing beside the bamboo forest, Wang Yiling did not feel the slightest bit of depression. Instead, she felt a sense of sadness. What she had lost, she could never find back.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right of the bamboo forest, were walking towards a point.

When Mo Xiaoxiao heard the rustling sounds of footsteps as they passed through the bamboo forest, her heart jumped. She ran towards that place. It was a place to travel. It was the return of her son.

Separated by bamboo, both figures stopped in their tracks when the other appeared in their line of sight.

Looking at the figure that she never expected to see standing ten meters away from her master, she suddenly felt that fate really loved to joke around.

Wang Yiling had regained her memories. Perhaps Wang Yiling had never lost them.

Lin Ping chased after Wang Yiling. She also saw Mo Xiaoxiao. Instinctively, she stood in front of her daughter and shielded her behind her, like a hen protecting a chick.

In Lin Ping's eyes, Mo Xiaoxiao was the falcon that flew down from the sky and wanted to hurt her daughter.

The bamboo forest was very quiet. The wind blew through the bamboo leaves, carrying with it the rustling sound. Wang Yiling was blocked by Lin Ping.

Mo Xiaoxiao could not see the expression on Wang Yiling's face, but he could feel the hostility in her eyes.

"Xiao Yan, how do you want to hurt Yi Ling? Don't tell me you think you didn't harm her enough? Right now, every night, Yi Ling has nightmares. I'm already a person with dirt buried in my neck, are you really going to let me, a white-haired person, send a black-haired person away? "

Mo Xiaoxiao only looked at Lin Ping crying as she denounced her. She looked through Lin Ping at Wang Yiling, but her mind was spinning why did Wang Yiling want to come to the bamboo forest? Could it be that Wang Yiling knew that Wandering had disappeared, and even knew where her son was?

Various possible questions flashed through her mind. Before Wang Yiling could divulge the information, she would never let her see through him.

Lin Ping looked at the words of Mo Xiaoxiao who ignored her, and her words suddenly became sharp, "Mo Xiaoxiao, don't push me too far."

He clenched his hands into fists, and his red eyes unexpectedly shone with a fierce light.

"I've never been the one to push people too far." Looking at the eager Lin Ping, she suddenly felt very envious of Wang Yiling.

At least in this world, Wang Yiling still doted on her loved ones. At any time, Lin Ping never left Wang Yiling, so was this motherly love?

Great motherly love, I also love to travel like this, what about my mother? Where is she? Did she also love him like this?

With a wry smile, he turned around and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. He didn't want to continue the fight with Wang Yiling, and he also didn't want Lin Ping's fragile heart to collapse.

As a mother, she had never been wrong to love her children. As a mother, she had always known the greatness of motherly love.

However, it was clear that someone thought otherwise. A cold sentence came from behind Mo Xiaoxiao, "Mo Xiaoxiao, do you think you can leave now?"

The endless echoes reverberated in the bamboo forest, striking into Mo Xiaoxiao's body and penetrating out, causing her heart to tremble.

His steps finally came to a halt. He stopped and returned to his original spot. He stood still and turned to look at Wang Yiling, who was a few meters away.

Once, they had talked about everything, lying in the same bed, prophesying everything. But now, they stood opposite each other.

"Wang Yiling, do you still think that retribution is not enough? You already have Xuan Peng, and the harm you've done to him has never ceased. Your so-called love, it doesn't matter if you lose your memories or not, it doesn't matter when you think about it. I just want to tell you, Wang Yiling, the love between Xuan Peng and I is already a thing of the past, not the future. He is a good man, if you can't control him, it will be up to you.

After experiencing so much, the only thing she could give Wang Yiling was these words, "I'll tell you this for the last time today. The key to happiness lies in your hands. Wang Yiling, our previous friendship is already gone.

If he hadn't been soft-hearted in the first place, this wouldn't have led to his and Xuan Peng's failure to return to the original tragedy.

The only thing she could do was to grasp the present and work hard towards the future. Perhaps deep down, she was like an ordinary woman, yearning for home, a cute child, and a husband who doted on her.

It had been too long since he felt the warmth of his home. He wanted to reunite this small house.

He didn't look at the complicated look in Wang Yiling's eyes anymore. She turned around and continued walking. She wanted to find her son. She always felt a call from the bottom of her heart, asking her to go back to the ruins.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxiao remembered something that she had overlooked. The villa had fallen, there was no fire, and there were no signs of a fire engine being used for emergency treatment.

Mo Xiaoxiao discovered that Han Yong and Xiao Meng Han didn't seem to notice this issue, or did they? The reason was clear, and only she herself didn't know.

"Silent Dye, are you laughing at me?" Wang Yiling took two steps forward, her eyes staring straight at the figure of Mo Xiaoyan's back.

Wang Yiling used to have such a figure, but it attracted so much admiration and envy on the streets. Now, she would never see such a figure again.

Even if she had a prosthetic limb, she couldn't walk in a relaxed manner, because if she walked fast, the prosthetic limb would fall off and her footsteps would become unnatural.

The sadness and sadness on Wang Yiling's face pierced Lin Ping's line of sight. She had loved Wang Yiling since she was young, and she had endured so many years with her husband for her daughter.

Now that he saw his daughter ruined, in the hands of Jing Xiaoxiao and Xuan Peng, a pair of masochists.

Lin Ping tightly clenched her hand into a fist and slowly reached towards a bamboo that was as thick as a child's wrist.

A gust of wind blew from the bamboo forest in the distance, raising the unbound long hair behind Mo Xiaoxiao. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, like an elf leaving the bamboo forest. It was a show of strength and beauty that came from her bones.

"Mom, let's go. I will never be able to win against Mo Xiaoxiao. She is too scheming, and I admit that I failed. I no longer have the qualifications to fight with her, and Xuan Peng will never give me any love." Tears rolled down Wang Yiling's face as he finished his sentence.

Those tears stimulated Lin Ping's last bit of reason. She looked at her daughter's tears that fell on her clothes, soaking them up.

Lin Ping suddenly took a step forward, and like an enraged wolf, she charged towards Mo Xiaoxiao who was already ten meters away.

Wang Yiling looked at Lin Ping and looked at her mother. She opened her mouth and a "mom" came out of it. She looked at Lin Ping rushing towards Jing Xiaoxiao and Lin Ping holding the bamboo in her hand and attacking her.

Everything happened in less than ten seconds. Wang Yiling watched as Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head to watch the bamboo shoot at her forehead.

Blood droplets burst out, drifting down like snowflakes in the winter.

The corners of Wang Yiling's lips twitched, a trace of ruthlessness flashing across her eyes.

The bamboo fragrance floated in the air and a faint smell of blood permeated the air. Everything had become still.

The wind swept through the bamboo leaves, but there was no sound.

Lin Ping's previous anger and fierceness had faded away because of the blood that was still pouring out of Mo Xiaoxiao's mouth. She raised her head due to her weak nature.