She was her father's daughter, her husband's wife and her son's mother.
How many women were there on Douluo Continent who shared the same identities as her? There were thousands and millions of them. She must take a stand in order to prevent more people from suffering the agony she endured. She must work hard so more people could live happily.
When her family members passed away, the previous Mo Lan had already died. Her current self was just a brave shell. It was a shell that had the courage to face anything and everything.
"Sister!" Tang Wulin suddenly called out aloud.
Mo Lan stopped walking. She turned around to look at him.
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and made his way toward Mo Lan one step at a time. He made his way till he was facing her. Suddenly, he opened his arms to give her a hug.
Mo Lan chuckled with tears rolling down her face. She could feel the warmth of the hug.
