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　　Chapter 603: How invincible is one's mind and body?

　　"Good Mommy, don't cry anymore, your own son is here."

　　The little friend Linnuo took the crying Mommy Xueluo into his arms and kissed her.

　　Even though five years had pa.s.sed, the small picture that appeared in Lin Xueluo's mind was still fresh in his mind.

　　She was only seven weeks old when she was as big as a bean sprout.

　　But now, as the times went by, this little guy was already five years old.

　　Xueluo hugged his son Linnuo tightly and cried bitterly. She did not understand why G.o.d would want to test them so much, but she only wanted to bring her son Linnuo to go to their normal life.

　　Only after a long while did Xueluo stop from crying. He held his son's well-behaved and sensible face, yet quietly stared at him. It was as if he had not seen enough.

　　"Mommy, is this really the mini version of Nuonuo? How ugly! Like an ugly caterpillar! "

　　The little guy was still very suspicious of himself in this photo.

　　"How do you know?" Your father told you? "

　　Xueluo wiped her tears and asked gently.

　　"Yes." The little fellow nodded.

　　"I saw it last time in my dad's office. "My father has always kept it locked in his safe, looking at it every day, touching it every day, but it's too precious!"

　　From the little guy's words, it was not hard to tell that he was a little arrogant. It was as if being treasured by her father was a matter to be proud of.

　　As his son said this, Xueluo couldn't help but tear up once again.

　　She only remembered that back then when she hid this cut off picture of the little colourful sonic wave in her wallet, but later on when she hid her wallet, and where her purse had gone to, Xueluo already couldn't remember it anymore … …

　　But she never would have thought that this little rainbow image would actually be in Feng Xinglang's hands, and that it would even be stored for five years.

　　Xueluo's originally cold heart was once again comforted and burned by the man.

　　"Mommy, stop crying …" Or should we forgive our dear father one more time? "

　　In the little fellow's heart, he still desired to sever relations with his father.

　　Xueluo remained silent.

　　How much courage would it take to say 'forgive again'? And how invincible was his mind and body?

　　Xueluo was already very, very tired.

　　She could not afford it, nor did she want to continue to.

　　But that didn't stop her from doing something nice.