Mom... I'm Sorry...

Spiritual Power, soft and fine, without the slightest aggression, settled steadily into Vierveia's sea of consciousness.

That brief telepathic message was like a delicate needle, gently piercing the composed facade she had maintained for years.

The fingertips holding the jade spoon paused slightly, her movement freezing for half a second.

On the surface, Vierveia's expression remained unchanged. She still looked elegant and composed, gentle and dignified.

Her brows and eyes were tranquil, the corners of her lips faintly raised as she calmly sampled the spiritual dishes before her.

Yet within her sea of consciousness, immense waves had already risen.

The concern she had buried for years, the regrets she had long endured, the rift she had been unable to mend—all of it surged forth at this moment.

She cast a faint sidelong glance at her quiet, reticent daughter beside her, who had always kept her distance.

A trace of weariness and softness, unnoticed by anyone, flickered through her eyes.

The next instant, an equally concealed and faint spiritual ripple emerged from her sea of consciousness, quietly answering Lu Yuan. "As expected, I couldn't hide it from you. I... truly don't know how to get close to her."

Her spiritual voice was gentle and husky, concealing years of helplessness and uncertainty.

As the Elf Queen, she governed the affairs of an entire race. Faced with countless subjects and complicated state matters, she could handle everything with ease.

Yet when facing her own biological daughter, she was utterly at a loss, trapped between advance and retreat.

Lu Yuan sensed her response and understood.

Without showing it, he lightly picked up a spiritual fruit. His movements were natural and relaxed, his expression maintaining the calm posture of someone dining.

At the same time, he sent another gentle telepathic message, his tone sincere and