In the blink of an eye, a young woman who bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Yuanen Yehui walked into everyone's view.
"Oh my God!" Xie Xie was the first to cry out. Looking utterly incredulous, he staggered back several steps in a row.
Even without a photograph for comparison, they were all Titled Douluo. Their memories were countless times better than those of ordinary people, so they naturally recognized the woman before them as Yuanen Yehui's mother.
Xu Xiaoyan was the same. Even though she had prepared herself mentally, the shock in her heart was still beyond words when she saw the woman in person.
At the same time, Gu Yue Na and Tang Wulin did not look particularly shocked. Instead, they remained silent with grave expressions.
Yuanen Yehui's mother's expression was so calm that it was somewhat astonishing. By normal logic, someone who had been dead for years and suddenly came back to life should have experienced some emotional upheaval no matter what.
Yet she showed none of that. Instead, she looked around at the surrounding buildings with a hint of nostalgia and murmured things like, "Have I really come back? This is truly unbelievable."
"All right, please come down the mountain with us at once. They must be getting anxious," Luo Ze said slowly, his expression unchanged.
Yehui's mother nodded and, under Luo Ze's escort, arrived at the foot of the mountain. The first people she saw were naturally her husband and daughter.
"Mother!" The moment Yuanen Yehui saw her mother, who had long been dead, revived once more, tears finally burst from her eyes. Without hesitation, she threw herself into the embrace she had missed for so long.
"My little Yehui has grown up." She smiled as she stroked her daughter's head, her eyes filled with indescribable