Hobby
The Azure Luan in the sky folded its wings, and the two women on its back descended to the ground.
"Senior Sister Zhang, let's go see my mother first!" said the Zhao Residence's eldest daughter, dressed in red.
Senior Sister Zhang, as she called her, said nothing. She merely nodded slightly, her expression somewhat aloof.
The two headed toward the two-story building where the madam lived. The closer they came, the faster the eldest Miss Zhao walked.
Madam Zhao, who almost never came downstairs, was already waiting at the entrance.
The instant the eldest Miss Zhao saw her mother, she could no longer contain her excitement. She broke into a small run and threw herself into Madam Zhao's arms.
"Mother!"
Mother and daughter had been separated for ten years. Upon meeting again, they should have had a thousand things to say.
Yet aside from that single cry of "Mother," she could not utter another word. The moment she opened her mouth, sobs surged from her chest, and she could only bury her head in Madam Zhao's embrace and weep.
Madam Zhao gently stroked her daughter's hair. In her memories, her daughter was still the tiny child she had been when she left home, a little girl who had only just begun growing out her hair, her braids tied into thin little knots.
Now, the daughter in her arms had grown graceful and tall, even taller than herself, with a thick cascade of glossy black hair.
For some reason, Madam Zhao's heart was filled with bitterness, and her eyes began to burn.
Madam Zhao sniffed and held back her tears as she scolded, "You're all grown up now, yet you still cry the moment we meet, just like when you were little. What sort of sight is that?"
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