인투 더 라이트 어게인 (Into the light once again)

Chapter 11

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“Aisha?

He opened his mouth blankly

“Are you calling me now?”

He looked incredible.

I looked at him intently. He was so excited, as if he didn’t know what to say for a while.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I thought he would be very happy, but I didn’t expect it.

He could cry. After all, Isis, he and I murmured,

“Ihioo~.(Idiot)”

I don’t understand what happened to him, he just called his name.

Does he like me so much?

Isis is an idiot. He comes to find indifferent people every day.

He always gives me love and embraces me so warmly.

Isis is such an idiot.

Why does he love me so recklessly?

Why do I have to open my heart to him like that?

I am also an idiot too.

Yes, he and I are idiots.

“Aisha, is that true?”

“You called me Isis, right? right?!”

“Yep.” I nodded helplessly.

Isis cheered happily, without even noticing that his voice was loud.

“Call it again, Isis, Isis!”

Beautiful fireworks bloomed one after another in the sky.

My family members heard the riot that rushed to the terrace.

“What’s the matter?” the empress asked worriedly.

Isis beckoned to them, “Iris, Dad!! Aisha! Aisha she…..!”

“What happened to Aisha? Calm down and say it slowly.” The Empress was taken aback and walked towards me with worry on her face.

I stared deeply at my mother’s face. She is completely different from my mother in my previous life. Always embrace me with love, hold me in my arms, sing a lullaby for me, these looks are gradually in my mind

Emerge. The unbearable memories of the past are covered by these warm new memories.

I can talk, now I can talk. Nothing blocked my throat anymore. I inhale gently. It has passed. I can speak up. I opened my mouth.

“Mowe. (Mother)”

Because the tongue is not flexible enough now, I don’t know if the pronunciation of “mother” correctly.

But it will get better soon, because I can talk more often in the future.

Mother started crying on the spot when she heard me. She seems to have fully understood what I mean by my clumsy pronunciation.

Tears burst into my mother’s eyes.

“Ah, Aisha….”

Mother covered her mouth and shed tears, her face intertwined with a sense of security and Happiness.

Isis also laughed. The emperor on the side strode towards me.

“What about me?”

He looked like a child who was not convinced.

“I want to hear you call me, too.”

I spoke to him obediently.

“Baba (Dad).”