Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Life doesn't seem to change much.

If Ji Mama doesn't want to see her son all day long.

Any mother, her own child, always knows deep into the bone marrow.

At one glance, Ji Mama knew that her son had changed.

“... Cloud Court?” She shouted his name with some anxiety.

Two people are eating.

Ji Yunting looked up and smiled. “What's wrong, Mom? ”

Ji Mama's hands trembled a little, and she said softly: "... if you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. ”

Ji Yunting stunned for a moment and still snapped his lips: “What are you talking about? ”

Ji Mama put down the tableware in her hand: “What happened? ”

Ji Yunting looked the same and slowly swallowed the food in his mouth.

“Nothing, you don't have to worry.” He drowned his eyes and Ji Mama couldn't see his son's face.

“Then go shopping with me later. ”

Ji Yunting shook his head: “No, wait, I have to play a game. ”

Ji Mama frowned: “It's just a game. Can't we come later? ”

“No, I have to wait for someone.” Ji Yunting insisted.

Mama Ji sighed. She looked at her son and said, "If anything happens, you have to tell me. ”

“Mom.”

Ji Yunting suddenly shouted at her, and he asked seriously: "How did you feel when Dad left? ”

Ji Mama stunned.

She looked at her son and said, "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? ”

“A little curious. ”

Ji Mama was a little melancholy: “I guess... the sky just collapsed, I don't understand what I'm going to do next, I feel like I'm going to lose that person, everything is faded. ”

Ji Yunting listened quietly and only said one last word: “Then you finally married Uncle Qin again. ”

He seems to be asking Mommy Ji, and she just mutters to herself: “So soon, have you forgotten Daddy? ”

“I haven't forgotten your dad. ”

"Deeper pain will pass, and there will always be new people in life," said Mama Ji. ”

Ji Yunting handed her a bowl of soup and laughed. “Maybe. ”

But he said to himself, "No."

Don't say a year, another year, another decade.

He didn't feel like he could make it.

My heart was a little big, filled with a man. Where else can I make room for someone else?

Send Mother away, Ji Yunting slept.

He dreamed of Azhao, and the other side was just above the plain where they first met. She still looked cold and faint, but she would smile happily at him.

“Ji Yunting, you must come to me.” She reached out to him.

He tried to grab her, but he hadn't touched her yet. The figure of the man suddenly turned into a little star, and the wind blew away.

He woke up from a dream, 4: 00 a.m.

Sleep has been getting shallower lately.

Ji Yunting sighed and rubbed the painful forehead horn, sitting so stunned in bed.

In the dark, alone, loneliness magnifies indefinitely.

Those emotions that were deliberately forgotten during the day erupted suddenly, and the tide generally devoured people.

Ji Yunting grabbed the pajamas of his heart and just felt the place hanging together, even breathing with tearing pain.

“A Zhao... A Zhao...”

He shouted the name low.

This man's voice smiles all the time in his head.

A drop of cold liquid hit the face.

“... I missed you. ”

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That's it for today.

See you in the morning.

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