Qi Yue felt a subtle tremor in his heart. He saw something he had longed for twenty years in Yi Ruo's gentle gaze. It was a mother's love. His lovers had given him lots of care too, but a mother's care was completely different. As an orphan, he felt Yi Ruo's sincere concern for him, and his heart couldn't help trembling.
"Auntie, thank you. Please rest assured that even if I leave this era in the future, I'll always come back to visit you. No, I don't want to call you aunt. Do you know? I've been an orphan since I was a child. No one has ever been concerned or loved me. If possible, could I call you mother, even if it's just once?" Qi Yue's eyes turned red, forgetting that he was still in the Tomb of Xuan Yuan. His heart was entirely immersed in the pursuit of kinship.
