Mom Had Come Home!

It was a woman.

She wore a simple, elegant pale blue dress that outlined her still-slender figure. Her features were beautiful, her expression gentle. Though her face was pale and worn from the long journey, her clear eyes brimmed with a rush of emotion—longing, guilt, and near-ecstatic tears, enough to melt any ice. Her gaze barely lingered on Han Feng and the others. Like a precision-guided beacon, it swept through space and locked onto the villa entrance, where Gong Qin was holding a little girl close. The girl wore a pale yellow dress and a ponytail, and watched them with wide, bright eyes, curiosity mingling with fear.

The instant Ye Wan'er recognized the little girl's face, her whole body jolted as if struck by an invisible current! Ten years of longing, held back for ten years, soothed through countless dark, lonely nights in the Demon Realm only by memories and imaginings—her fierce, surging motherly love and yearning, as hot and mighty as volcanic magma, burst through every dam at once!

"X-Xiao Rou... my Xiao Rou..." A broken sob, trembling beyond words and laced with boundless heartache and joy, spilled from Ye Wan'er's throat.

She could no longer hold herself back. She barely noticed the charged atmosphere around her, or the God of War and the commanders, all equally stunned. Her eyes saw only that little figure—so small, so unfamiliar, yet perfectly attuned to the bond deep in her blood!

"M-Mom?!" At the villa entrance, Lin Xiaorou, still held tightly by Gong Qin, seemed to sense something. Confusion filled her bright eyes as she watched the beautiful auntie who had suddenly rushed out of the "big ship," tear-streaked and stumbling toward her. She heard the woman cry out her name with all her strength, and something dormant within her, something rooted