"Pain, Daddy! Xiao'er is in pain, it hurts so much..."
Wen Jiaren's eyes immediately reddened, feeling a throbbing pain in her chest as if connected by a mother-child bond.
She held Mu Xiao's icy cold hand in her palm and whispered gently, "Xiao'er, I am Aunt Jiaren, I'm here with you."
"Pain... pain..."
Mu Xiao couldn't hear her voice; he kept murmuring in pain with a crying tone.
Tears slid down from her eyes, "Tell Aunt what can be done to make you feel a bit better?"
However, he knew nothing but his enduring agony!
Watching Mu Xiao in pain, Wen Jiaren felt helpless, wishing she could bear all his suffering herself.
How could the child get through this long night?
Lan Ling sat down, her cold face hiding her exhaustion, "It must be a backlash. The young master is a yin baby, spiritually attuned from birth. He can even summon yin spirits, but such a large-scale summoning is too much for his little body to handle, so his body is suffering from the backlash."
