Saint Aunt gently took her daughter's hand, her gaze passing over and over Jiang Yun's delicate, faintly flushed face. She let out a soft breath, carrying the endless weathering of years. "When I left you back then, you were only two years and three months old."
Tears filled Jiang Yun's eyes as well. "Mother, you should have left me sooner. If I had only been one year old, perhaps I would never have understood the joys and sorrows of the Mortal World, reunions and partings, and would have had far fewer worries."
"Yes. If I had drifted away before you gained understanding, Muye Manor could simply have named someone as your mother, and perhaps you would have had a complete childhood. But how could I have imagined that, at the very moment when a daughter depended on her mother most deeply, your father's tragedy in the Mortal World would descend? When I entered the Mortal World with your father that day, I truly never thought I would abandon him and you to leave seclusion once more. I only wanted to stay with you in the Mortal World for a long, long time..."
"Mother!" Jiang Yun could no longer hold back. She threw herself into her mother's embrace. This was a true embrace spanning twenty years.
When her mother had emerged from seclusion yesterday, all the upper echelons of the Spirit Race had been present, interrupting the mother and daughter's true affection. Now, they made up for it.
The daughter's tears soaked her mother's clothes, and her mother's tears soaked her white hair as well.
A clear breeze swept over the lakeshore as Lin Su watched from afar.
At last, Saint Aunt slowly turned her gaze toward him. "Su'er, come and sit."
Her voice was gentle, filled with the radiance of