Throwing Down Honey Peach: The President's Favorite

"Wow! Wow!" The little baby cried, which brought laughter from everyone present.Net is a little boy.

The baby was wet all over, and his skin was red and tender, with some blood stains and a white and yellow fat-like substance mixed on it.His nose looked bumpy, like the baby just got into a fight with someone.The one with small eyes and small nose is really like Li Jueyin, and the eyebrows have the same arrogance as Li Jueyin.

Mo Yiyi was really tired, she passed out after seeing the child.The doctor gave her a nutrient solution and ordered her to rest well.

In the early morning of the next day, she recovered a little bit, and held the baby carefully for a long time to observe.

"Baby, mom has been waiting for you for a long time, and I finally meet you. Baby, are you also in a hurry to see mom?" Mo Yiyi was so happy that she teased her heart.When the child heard the voice, his eyes blinked, and his mouth was still drooling, as if he was responding to his mother's words. Mo Yiyi became more and more happy when he saw this kid. "Baby, why, you want to talk to your mother, hehe, then grow up quickly!" He became more energetic when he heard it, and his little hands and feet started to dance.

The more Mo Yiyi observed the little baby carefully, the more clearly Li Jueyin's handsome face appeared in her heart.It was only then that she remembered that during the labor pains, she had seen Li Jueyin walking towards her from the purple lavender field and smiling at her.At this time, the crystallization of their love finally fell to the ground, and her longing for Li Jueyin surged from her heart to her mind.How she wished that Li Jueyin could hug this cute little baby in person.

Mo Yiyi has no milk yet, so she can only find a nanny to feed her with milk powder.

During the time when the nanny was feeding the baby, Mo Yiyi was wearing a long orange cotton dress and a lake-blue bohemian-style shawl. She went downstairs, as if going for a walk in the lavender ocean...

Declining Nangong Yu's company, Mo Yiyi really only wanted to be alone at this moment, walking quietly on this holy land, looking for Li Jueyin and their love.

In the distance, white clouds like cotton balls hovered among the mountains, and the gray and white rocks were exposed.The verdant vegetation is green, and the lingering purple mist is a fairy-like realm... Between the fields, when the breeze blows, Mo Yiyi's whole body is filled with the smell of lavender. The faint fragrance is not ostentatious at all. Gossamer, but exciting.Like this, Mo Yiyi sometimes concentrates, sometimes stands in the neat field row and takes a deep breath, all she feels is the quiet beauty...

She has read books about lavender, and knows that its flower language is waiting and silence—waiting for love, waiting in silence.It was as if she and Nangong Yu were the same, she was still hoping that Li Jueyin, whom she once loved deeply, would meet again and fall in love again, while Nangong Yu was obscurity and never leaving Mo Yiyi's side like a guardian angel.

Mo Yiyi was disappointed, she didn't find the shadow of Li Jueyin at all in this blue and purple dream.Perhaps, she is destined to only touch the warmth of the past in her memories.If memory has a scent, it may be the scent of camphor, sweet and safe, like a well-remembered piece of music, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.There is no feeling in this world that is not riddled with holes, especially the one that has sworn to die with the most honest sincerity...