"He is...?"
Upon hearing her mother's excited voice and seeing her usually composed and calm mother so agitated, Wu Yiren turned around in confusion.
The newcomer was dressed in simple green robes, holding a fan with a long beard, appearing like an ordinary scholar.
Wu Yiren was astonished, Lin Yuan was already in the man's arms, her voice choked with emotion:
"Zhou, where have you been all these years? Why were you so heartless, leaving us mother and daughter without a care?"
The man smiled gently, holding Lin Yuan softly, his voice warm:
"Yuan'er, you are now the mother of a nation, why are you still so fond of crying?"
Lin Yuan lightly tapped his chest, her gesture feeble, like a young girl acting coy:
"You promised never to leave me, but why did you go back on your word? Are you still angry that I didn't go with you back then?"
The man gently stroked her hair, softly saying, "Alright, our daughter is here, let's not let her see you cry."
