The more Shen Yue thought about it, the more her heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Clearly, these children had been borne by the body’s original owner; she had only inherited the body and become an instant mom.
And yet, she had developed such a deep affection for them, as if every single one of these children was her own flesh and blood.
"Sanbao, where on earth are you?"
"Sanbao! Little Yan!!"
Just as her throat was about to go hoarse from shouting...
Her vision suddenly went dark, and a scene instantly appeared before her eyes.
In a forest, a tall, slender man was holding Sanbao in his grasp.
The man had a cascade of ink-black hair that made him look utterly mysterious.
But his back was to her, so she couldn’t see his face.
Sanbao struggled ceaselessly in his grip, his little face turning red as he gasped for breath. A film of tears welled in his dark red eyes.
But the man’s grip didn’t loosen in the slightest. Instead, it tightened as he began to walk away, taking Sanbao with him.
Due to his speech impediment, Sanbao couldn’t cry out. His little face was flushed red with panic, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
Shen Yue’s breath caught in her throat, her heart aching for him.
Once her vision cleared, she charged recklessly in the direction she had seen in the vision.
’That bastard, that son of a bitch, who the hell is he!!’
’Where is he taking my child?’
’I’m going to kill him!!’
With her heart in her throat, Shen Yue ran desperately toward the forest. Sure enough, as she drew near, an invisible current of air surged through the woods.
Though she couldn’t see anyone, she knew he was nearby.
She followed the current, shouting:
"Bastard, let him go!!"
"Let go of my child!"
"I don’t care who you are! If you dare touch him, if you even think about hurting him, I, Shen Yue, swear this won’t be over between us!"
From his hidden position, Huang Ziyue’s grip on Sanbao faltered. He whipped his head around to look down at Shen Yue.
’Shen Yue?’
’This woman is Shen Yue?’
’The ugly female from the Duke Mansion?’
His pupils constricted, as if trying to see right through the frantic, red-faced Shen Yue below.
Shen Yue felt the surging current of air come to a stop, hovering around the forest. She followed her intuition and shouted in a specific direction:
"Sanbao, are you there? If you are, answer your female mother."
"Sanbao, just make a sound! Call out, answer your female mother!"
’Even one word would be enough.’
’As long as he calls out, I’ll know he’s still here, that he’s safe.’
Shen Yue’s eyes were completely bloodshot; she had lost all reason.
Just then, Sanbao seized the opportunity while Huang Ziyue was stunned. He instantly shifted into his beast form—a Little Flood Dragon—and bit down hard on the man’s hand. His sharp teeth pierced two bloody holes through the back of Huang Ziyue’s hand.
As fresh blood dripped down, Huang Ziyue’s grip slackened.
The little one plummeted from mid-air.
In that perilous moment, an overwhelming wave of love and longing for Shen Yue surged through Sanbao. He mustered all his strength and finally managed to cry out:
"Female mother!"
This was the first time since hatching from his shell that Sanbao had ever called her female mother.
Stunned, Shen Yue whipped her head around.
She had no time to rejoice before she saw Sanbao falling. Horrified, she cried out:
"Sanbao!!"
Her heart leaped into her throat.

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