Once the two little ones heard this, they could not help but stare at the person in front of them, who was several years older than them, with a pair of beautiful eyes, dismay scrawled all over their faces.
This time, Hao'er took a serious look at the two little ones in front of him, the more he looked, the more he feels that their eyebrows look like his Mother's. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a red figure coming this way, and when he looked up, that familiar face appeared before his very eyes, as that cold little face lit up with delight and surprise.
"Mother!"
Hao'er quickly ran towards the familiar figure and jumped into her arms. Smelling the familiar scent of her body, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Mother, Mother, Hao'er misses Mother so much." He said with a choked voice, his hands tightly gripping her dress, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again.
