The moment Soma saw the figure, his body stood frozen, and words got stuck in his throat. His brain stopped its function for a brief moment, then slowly his eyes widened, jaw flapping like a fish, for the figure was the spitting image of his deceased mother.
Soma simply couldn't believe what was transpiring in front of his eyes. The figure of a beautiful woman wearing a dark blue cheongsam also stood frozen in shock. Her eyes shrank, and she saw Soma's figure that resembled someone she knew well.
The world faded, and only the two of them could see each other. The woman's face faltered as she saw the familiar face yet older, but she could trace the hint of that man's face, and her sister's aura radiated from him.
Once, she also had a chance to meet the boy when he was still three, which he probably had forgotten. She convinced herself and then tried to recall the name her sister had told her.
"Xiao Ma!".
