"Ancestor," Lan Bingxue sobbed, her voice filled with a torrent of emotions she had long suppressed. "I... I never thought..."
Lan Hanyu gently embraced her, her warmth enveloping Lan Bingxue, her aura calming the turmoil within the younger woman's heart. "It is alright, child," she soothed, her voice a gentle balm to Lan Bingxue's wounded spirit. "You are not alone. You are home."
Lan Bingxue clung to Lan Hanyu, her tears soaking the older woman's robe. She had never felt such warmth, such acceptance, such unconditional love. It was a sensation that melted the icy barriers she had built around her heart, releasing a flood of emotions she had long suppressed.
After a moment, Lan Bingxue composed herself, her tears subsiding, her breathing steadying.
"Thank you for accepting me, Ancestor," she said gratefully.
