Mother and Daughter Reunited, "H-hello... Little Brother."

In the initial moment, Bibi Dong's body was stiff, her deep purple eyes filled with astonishment, confusion, and even a hint of instinctive coldness as if her Reverse Scale had been touched.

Bibi Dong's hands hung in mid-air, seemingly unsure of where to put them.

This perfectly matches Lin Xia's memory of Bibi Dong's almost unforgettable indifference and resistance.

However, in the few breaths Lin Xia held her breath, that cold, hard outer shell melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bibi Dong's suspended hand did not push away in the end. Instead, it landed very slowly, with an almost Frisk tremor, gently on the girl's trembling back, again and again, clumsy yet carrying a heavy force.

The bewilderment in her eyes was replaced by something deeper—a mixture of immense Lin Xia, belated dull pain, and a kind of... a cautious tenderness that even she herself might not have Frisk.

That gentleness was deeply suppressed beneath her usual sternness, yet it existed like a warm current quietly flowing beneath the Ice Seal earth.

Bibi Dong's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but it ultimately turned into a barely audible, long sigh.

A barely Frisk tear silently rolled down her cheek.

Lin Xia's pupils contracted slightly, and a storm raged in her heart!

'Qian Renxue... it really is her! Teacher Bibi Dong... she actually...'

The heartwarming scene of mother and daughter before her eyes was so unexpected and completely exceeded Lin Xia's understanding of their relationship.

How could the ruthless Pope, who considered his daughter a taboo subject, reveal such a human side at this moment?

This is unbelievable!

But amidst the shock, an indescribable warmth and relief quietly grew in Lin Xia's heart.

In any case, this is ultimately a good thing.

A ray of sunlight seemed to finally shine into the coldest place in the teacher's heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xia immediately pulled Ivysaur back quietly and sat down by an inconspicuous pillar outside the palace, waiting patiently.

Lin Xia had no desire, nor could she, to disturb this hard-won and fragile moment of reunion.

The Ivysaur lay quietly at his feet, its dark green body seemingly blending into the shadow of the pillar.

Inside the palace, the suppressed sobs gradually turned into low whimpers, and there seemed to be extremely faint whispers between the mother and daughter. They were indistinct, but the tense atmosphere had clearly eased considerably.

It was unclear how much time had passed, until the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon, when Bibi Dong's voice, which had regained some of its Frisk coolness but seemed to carry a hint of hoarseness, fatigue, and apology, clearly Infiltrator the palace doors.

"Xiao Xia, come in."

Lin Xia took a deep breath, straightened her robes, and with Ivysaur, she took steady steps, gently pushed open the palace door, and went inside.

The light inside the palace was soft, Bibi Dong was still sitting upright in the main seat, but her posture was noticeably more relaxed.

The blonde girl, Qian Renxue, who had just stopped crying, was sitting slightly turned to the side on the brocade stool next to Bibi Dong, her body subconsciously leaning towards her mother, as if Absorb that belated warmth.

When Lin Xia's gaze fell on Qian Renxue's face, even though he was far more mature than his peers, he couldn't help but catch his breath, and a hint of undisguised amazement flashed in his eyes!

Tears still lingered, and her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly red from crying, but this did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. Instead, it added a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

Her skin, bathed in the soft light of the pearl, was as white as jade, almost flawless.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, as if sculpted by the most outstanding master craftsman. Between her brows and eyes, there was both the pure and refined beauty of a young girl and a subtle sense of innate nobility and sanctity, which was the unique temperament of the top-level Martial Soul "Six-Winged Angel".

Those eyes, still red and swollen from the tears, were like amethysts immersed in a clear spring—bright, deep, and with a clarity that could see into people's hearts. They looked at Lin Xia as she walked in, carrying a hint of curiosity, a lingering sadness, and a touch of helplessness and embarrassment in the face of a stranger.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the high window, enveloping her perfectly and giving her a divine halo over her dazzling golden hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful, truly deserving of the title of the most beautiful woman in Douluo I.

Bibi Dong's gaze shifted between Lin Xia and Qian Renxue, the gentleness she had shown when facing her daughter not completely fading away.

Bibi Dong paused for a moment, seemingly considering the most appropriate way to introduce him. Finally, her voice broke the silence in the palace, carrying an unprecedented, almost solemn gentleness, although this gentleness was still shrouded in her majesty, as she pointed to Qian Renxue beside her.

"Xiao Xia, this is my... daughter."

Bibi Dong paused slightly, then emphasized her words as if confirming something.

"From now on, I'll be your older sister too."

Bibi Dong's gaze finally settled on Qian Renxue, and she continued:

"Her name is... Qian Renxue."

Lin Xia immediately composed herself, suppressing all her amazement and emotion, and revealed the purest and most serious expression on her face.

She bowed deeply and respectfully to Qian Renxue, her voice clear and sincere, conveying respect and recognition for her status as her elder sister.

"Hello, sister! I'm Lin Xia."

The word "sister" clearly reached Qian Renxue.

Just now, her mother personally admitted to their relationship, and... introduced her to a younger brother!

This double impact was like a warm tide that instantly overwhelmed her heart, which was already turbulent with excitement at the reunion.

Regret, grievance, belated family affection, a huge sense of unreality, and bewilderment at the sudden appearance of her younger brother... all sorts of emotions surged up again, and the tears that had just stopped instantly filled her beautiful purple eyes again, uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks.

Qian Renxue looked at the boy in front of her with clear eyes and a sincere and respectful attitude, and felt extremely at a loss.

She hurriedly tried to raise her hand to wipe away her tears, but felt it would be impolite. She wanted to respond, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

In the end, she could only sniffle hard, her voice thick with nasal congestion and trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal giving its most instinctive, tearful response.

"You... hello... little brother."

That cry of "brother" was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it seemed to have exhausted all her strength at that moment. Accompanied by rolling tears, it fell onto the smooth floor of the palace, and also struck the hearts of everyone present.

Bibi Dong's hand, which was resting on the armrest of the chair, tightened almost imperceptibly. The regret and heartache in her eyes as she looked at Qian Renxue were almost overflowing.

Lin Xia maintained his bowing posture, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that from this moment on, his fate was inextricably linked with that of the angelic daughter Qian Renxue and her mother.