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"..." The white-haired Lolita looked up at the sound and saw a woman who bore a striking resemblance to her own countenance, showering her with a tender maternal smile.
"She is your mother," Xi Mu whispered into the crystal-clear ears of the white-haired Lolita, "she came all the way from Hell to see you."
"Mother?" The white-haired Lolita's expression shifted from perplexity to surprise, then to panic. She hurriedly dismounted from Ahtal, gently gathered her hair at her ears, restoring the elegance and composure befitting a princess.
"There's no need to maintain the façade of a princess in front of me." The white-haired matron smiled gently, squatting down to wipe the Lolita's cheeks, "No wonder such a hero as Ahtal would venture into Hell for you, my daughter is truly beautiful indeed."
