The night is dark.

Feng Ruoxin combed her hair in front of the mirror, she was slightly distracted.

"Yu'er..." Madam Feng opened the door and called out faintly.

Feng Ruoxin screamed in fright.

She turned around and saw Mrs. Feng wearing navy blue clothes standing at the door, her heart beating wildly with fright.

"Mother." Feng Ruoxin stood up to meet her: "Don't say a word when you come."

Madam Feng was very haggard.

Even now, she imagined that Feng Ruoxin was her biological daughter Feng Zhiyu, but she still couldn't get out of her grief.

"Have you forgotten, every time it is about to thunder and rain, you can't sleep well, and you always like to pester your mother and cook you soothing soup."

Madam Feng put the soup bowl on the table.

Feng Ruoxin watched as the wind howling outside the window blew the rain, and the sky was filled with thunder.

She suppressed the impatience in her heart, softened her smile and said, "Thank you, mother."

Lord Feng has confessed that Mrs. Feng's spirit is occasionally abnormal, and she is asked to take more care.

Madam Feng touched Feng Ruoxin's arm with her hand.

"Why do you wear so little? Be careful if you catch a cold. I heard from your father that there is a cold in the suburbs of Beijing recently. You can't do anything."

Mrs. Feng quickly pulled her to sit on the bed: "Come on, lie down, and mother will cover you with a quilt."

Feng Ruoxin was forced to lie down, covered with two layers of quilts.

She hurriedly opened it: "Mother, it's summer night, it's too hot."

"No! You cover it. Last time I touched your hand, you were cold all over. It must be cold. Cover it well."

Madam Feng pressed the horn tightly.

Feng Ruoxin knew that she must be talking about the days when Feng Zhiyu died.

I heard that Mrs. Feng held her stiff hand until Feng Zhiyu was buried.

After such a struggle, Feng Ruoxin was sweating hotly, and she was also a little impatient.

At this moment, Mrs. Feng suddenly took out a sachet from under her pillow.

Both were stunned.

Feng Ruoxin reached out and grabbed it: "Give this back to me."

Madam Feng fled immediately.

She squeezed the sachet and asked, "Yu'er, you can't smell fragrant powder, have you forgotten?!"

"Mother didn't tell you, you must not use these. When you were a child, you picked up a sachet bag, and in just a moment, you had a rash all over your body! I'll throw it away for you!"

Madam Feng grabbed the sachet and went out.

Feng Ruoxin hurriedly chased after him.

"Mother, don't throw it away, this is not a sachet, it's something I put on my body!"

However, Mrs. Feng didn't listen to what she said: "Good boy, you must listen to your mother. Mother will not harm you. I know that girls love beauty."

"If you want yourself to be like other noble girls, with a fragrant body, mother will buy you the best hair oil, you can't keep this!"

Feng Ruoxin chased out the door, and under the corridor, the two were constantly pulling, and dark thunder rolled in the sky.

"Give it back to me!" Feng Ruoxin snatched it, but she was not as strong as Madam Feng.

At this time, she inexplicably thought of what Gu Nuoer said to her—

[I just pity your adoptive father and adoptive mother, and put my love for the child on you. 】

Feng Ruoxin's nameless fire for no reason.

She pushed Mrs. Feng away, causing her to fall to the ground.

Feng Ruoxin shouted angrily: "Enough! Sachets are my thing. I don't like to use hair oil, and I don't like to eat sweets. When will you realize that I am Ruoxin, not Zhiyu!"

boom-

A purple lightning flashed across, illuminating Madam Feng's heartbroken expression.

Feng Ruoxin noticed a figure standing in the courtyard.

She looked sideways.

It was Master Feng with a gloomy face.