"Tianyun…"
As Jiao Linghe walked up to Yi Tianyun, she immediately pulled him into a firm embrace, tears blurring her vision. She had never thought she would see her own child again in her lifetime.
Yi Tianyun felt rather awkward in her embrace, though a moment later, he was genuinely moved. The feeling wasn't overwhelming; after all, he had no memory of her, making it hard to feel any special mother-son bond.
A moment later, Yi Tianyun stepped out of her embrace. His expression was less stiff, but still far from natural. He felt unable to speak. He had never seen her once in his entire life, and now he was suddenly expected to call this person "Mother." It was just too bizarre.
"Tianyun, she's your mother!" Shi Xueyun fretted from the side, seeing Yi Tianyun just standing there, frozen like a block of wood.
