"..."
The people were simple and uneducated, unable to express grandiose praises, but such compliments made Ye Meng's heart as sweet as if she had drunk honey.
Finally, they reached the Fang Family doorstep.
There stood his mother, his uncle, waiting at the door.
Fang Che also saw an unexpected person: Fang Qingyun.
Standing sheepishly behind his uncle, one could tell he'd just been scolded, nearly making him laugh out loud.
Fang Qianyi saw her son returning from afar, her eyes turned red. She struggled to smile, but her lips curled as tears fell like broken beads.
"Archer!"
Fang Qianyi called in a trembling voice.
This call, with its quivering tone, went straight into Fang Che's heart.
He flipped off his horse and rushed a few steps: "Mother!"
Fang Qianyi grabbed her son into her arms, tears streaming down, yet a smile on her lips.
