Before she could say goodbye properly, she had to watch a living person leave in front of her eyes again.
Su Ji reached out, but her fingers passed directly through Xu Mingzhi's body. Upon closer inspection, she realized that her mother had been looking elsewhere from the beginning. There was another her sitting opposite her, a her in ancient costume. At this moment, she was leaning against the wooden wall in modern clothes, just like the one in front.
"Mother…"
"Mother…"
"Mother!"
On the big bed in the Pei family's old mansion, Su Ji suddenly opened her eyes.
She faced the high ceiling for a long time before she finally pulled herself out of the huge emotion.
Her body was a little heavy, and Pei Huai was hugging her arm tightly.
When she turned her face, she could still see his exceptionally calm facial features under the moonlight. He looked exactly like their son when he was sleeping.
