Turning around, Zhao Ying also saw Zhao Yi. At the moment their eyes met, the wooden basin in her hands fell to the ground.
Bang!
Water soaked the surface of her shoes.
And it moistened her eyes.
"Alike, so alike!" Zhao Ying wept with joy as she walked toward Zhao Yi, looking at him as if she saw her own brother and sister-in-law.
She had fantasized about this scene before.
This scene had appeared in her dreams.
For this moment, she did not hesitate to defect from the Profound Thunder Pavilion, and she did not mind fighting until her meridians shattered.
But now that it had come true, she didn't know what to say.
She only knew that this life held no regrets.
She walked over and hugged Zhao Yi tightly, her voice choked up, "Xiao Yi... I finally found you..."
"Aunt... Aunt..."
Zhao Yi stood there utterly at a loss.
This moment lasted a long time.
Perhaps for the onlooking crowd, it was only a few hundred breaths.
But for Zhao Yi and Zhao Ying, it felt like just a moment.
