The woman looked at Qian Renxue, her eyes filled with complicated warmth.
"You are the purest continuation of the Angel Bloodline, and also the hope of breaking this conspiracy."
Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, her fingertips icy cold.
It turned out that her birth concealed such a past. The familial love and hatred she had once believed in were actually part of a game between the Gods.
She opened and closed her mouth, only to find her throat blocked, unable to utter a single word.
"Child! All of this was a struggle between Rakshasa God and me. I never expected it to implicate you as well. I'm sorry!"
The woman raised her arm, and her palm gently came to rest on Qian Renxue's head.
Qian Renxue slightly raised her head to look at the woman, her voice catching with emotion:
"I... May I hug you?"
The woman's palm, carrying warm Sacred Light, rested on Qian Renxue's head, and that power seeped in along her strands of hair.
Hearing that choked request, the warmth in her eyes deepened. She gently nodded.
Qian Renxue could no longer hold back and suddenly threw herself into the woman's arms.
The woman's embrace was not as insubstantial as she had imagined. Instead, it held a solid warmth, like basking in sunlight.
She buried her face in the hollow of the woman's shoulder. The grievances and confusion she had kept bottled up for so long finally found an outlet at this moment, and tears slid silently down her cheeks.
The woman gently wrapped her arms around her, her palm tenderly patting Qian Renxue's back in a motherly gesture of comfort.
Holy Light flowed around them, forming a gentle barrier that seemed to keep all unease and pain outside.
"Cry, child."
The woman's voice sounded beside