Unlike Tu Xiaoyue, who was slow on the uptake, Wen Qiu, his mother, was already overcome with tears. She staggered to her feet, walked over to Tu Xiao'an, and reached out with a trembling hand to caress his face. "An'Er, Mom has missed you so much."
Ever since she was reunited with her son and came to the Snake Palace, Wen Qiu had felt a constant sense of unease, as if she were living in a dream.
The reason was that the son she now knew was almost a complete stranger.
This unfamiliarity left her feeling insecure and detached from reality.
But now, everything was all right. The son she once knew finally stood before her again, and that was better than anything else.
"Mom, don't cry. I brought you here to live a life of comfort," Tu Xiao'an said, wiping away his mother's tears. "Mom, do you like the surprise I gave you?"
"I do, I do. Mom is much more used to seeing this face."
'I am, too!'
"Someone, prepare a banquet!"
