At that moment.
A middle-aged woman sat on the sofa in the living room.
She looked to be in her early fifties.
Her temples were gray, and half her hair was white.
She was watching television and knitting.
The instant Xu Tongxin saw her mother.
Her face filled with disbelief!
She fell apart.
"Mom, Mommy!!"
"Mom, what happened to you?!"
"Why do you have so much white hair now?!"
"Why have you gotten so old?!"
"Hasn't it only been two years?"
"Why does it look like I haven't seen you in twenty years?!!!"
"Brother!! What's happened to Mom?!!"
No matter how she called and screamed.
Her mother couldn't hear her.
Xiao Yu shook his head.
Your mother is fine.
Because she isn't dead, and she isn't sick.
She's just grown old.
Because she lost her daughter.
This was... perfectly normal.
Developing some wrinkles and white hair from excessive grief was perfectly normal.
Suddenly.
The middle-aged woman stopped knitting.
As though sensing something, she suddenly turned to look around the living room.
As though searching for something.
After looking for a while, she sat down again.
She sighed deeply and continued knitting.
Just over another minute passed before she stopped a second time.
She frowned, as though there was something she couldn't figure out.
She cautiously looked around and spoke. "Xu Tongxin, have you come home?"
"Mom can feel you!"
"Sweetheart, is that you?"
"Say something?"
"..."
"Oh!"
"It's another hallucination."
"How could my daughter possibly have come back..."
Xiao Yu was deeply shaken.
She could even sense this?
All he could say was, this was truly family.
You're right. Your daughter has come back to see you!
Xiao Yu looked at Xu Tongxin beside him.
Her expression was blank.
If ghosts could weep.
Tears would surely have been streaming down