To Zeng Anmin, his cousin had always seemed very distant.
He had been transmigrated for three years now.
Over those three years, he had almost only heard this cousin's name in his memories.
This was the first time he had truly seen her in person.
"Quanfu."
A faint, otherworldly smile appeared on his cousin's face.
Her Daoist robe drifted gently in the breeze.
Every movement she made seemed so harmonious.
Huzi's face was full of hesitation. He looked up at the woman before him, unsure whether to stand or sit.
He shrank back, wanting to step forward and ask for the warmest of embraces.
Yet the feeling the woman gave him was as though the bond of family had been separated by the thickest layer of ice.
"It has been years, Cousin. Your grace remains unchanged."
Zeng Anmin was not as enthusiastic as he had been in his memories.
In those memories, the original owner's relationship with his cousin had been excellent.
Otherwise, he would not have treated Huzi as his own son.
He had wanted to greet her as warmly as the original owner would have, but every word that reached his lips was forced back by his cousin's seemingly warm yet long-standing estrangement.
"The elders of my sect have treated me well. Everything has been fine these past years."
His cousin was clearly smiling.
Yet beneath that smile was more politeness than anything else.
There was none of the joyful warmth of a family reunited.
"How has Little Hu been these years?"
Hesitation showed on Zeng Rongyu's face. She lowered her head to look at Huzi, then raised it toward Zeng Anmin and asked.
"He's doing well. He has food and drink, carefree and without worries."
Zeng Anmin nodded.
"That is good, then."
Zeng Rongyu fell silent for