Male God, a Little Su

She has always wanted to protect this purity and accompany him to grow into an indomitable man.

But she is not in a hurry, she has time to wait slowly, so that he has enough time to enjoy a carefree life. Just like him now, be a carefree young man.

Instead of being forced to grow up and go through the tragedy like at this moment. Witnessing his mother's death in front of his eyes, the concept established over the past ten years collapsed in an instant and shattered into dust——

Su Yan pursed her lips, pulled the quilt for him, lay quietly behind him, and stretched out her hand to wrap his arms around him gently.

She propped her forehead with one hand and patted his back little by little.

She knew that if Wen Yanqing was left alone, maybe his life would be over. You will fall into this vicious circle forever, and you will never be able to get out of it in this life.

"My little son, I allow you to cry." Su Yan's long eyelids drooped, casting a light shadow on the eyelids under the dim light. The hoarse voice slowly escaped from the cherry lips, it was extremely gentle and reassuring, "Life is still long, I saw your mother when I went..."

His back was stiff and trembling constantly.

Su Yan sighed, "She gave me a jade pendant, I can guess that this is not simply seeking revenge, maybe my status as a young son is not as ordinary as it seems on the surface. But, do you want to think about it, Your mother left this jade pendant to you, so naturally she doesn't want to see you keep falling down like this."

Wen Yanqing's eyelids trembled, and there was water in his eyes. He stared intently, stuffed his hand into his mouth and bit it hard, the bloody smell filled his mouth.

Painful but stimulating, he was extraordinarily awake. He was trembling, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, but he never cried out.

At this moment, something changed.

Su Yan quietly hugged him in the posture of a guardian, "Cry—"

As long as it can be vented, everything will be fine.

Time doesn't stand for anyone, no matter how hard it is, it feels like this moment just won't last. But as long as you grit your teeth and take one step at a time, you can always survive.

"Woo--"

The gentle female voice was right next to his ear, tolerant and patient, wrapping him tightly.

Wen Yanqing couldn't bear it any longer and sobbed.

"It's okay, it's okay." Su Yan felt distressed, stroked his messy long hair, and whispered, "I will help you and kill your enemies one by one!"

There was a deep chill in her eyes, and endless murderous intent filled her pupils, reflecting that beautiful little face, like a ghost!

"I have no home..."

Unable to restrain herself, Wen Yanqing turned around and hugged Su Yan's waist, buried her deeply in her arms, curled up, and sobbed softly.

"And me, I will give you your home in the future."

"Mother, she..."

Su Yan hugged him, "When the storm passes, I will accompany you back to collect and bury him."

The wind and snow outside the window have not stopped, and today is destined to be a restless day. The Wen family in Luoshui City, together with ninety-six members of the family, were all wiped out and no one escaped.

The crying gradually stopped, and the room became quiet.

Su Yan's arms were already numb. She gently put Wen Yanqing down, and before she could stand up, she felt the corners of her clothes tighten. It turned out that Wen Yanqing couldn't rest in her sleep, so she could only hold on to a corner of her clothes, refusing to let go.

Su Yan stretched out her hand to smooth the raised hill between his eyebrows, leaned quietly against the edge of the bed, and accompanied him quietly.