When Xuanwu opened its eyes again, they had turned a pale gold.
It blinked, looking drowsy, and ambled over to Su Ye on its own. Its voice was child-like.
"Pet me."
The moment the words were out, Su Ye's hand came to rest on its head.
In the blink of an eye, it was inside her space.
Meanwhile, the Yang Family estate had been thrown into chaos.
From behind Su Ye came the sound of an old man's hoarse voice once more.
"Shuang'er? Shuang'er?"
Su Ye turned and saw the old man, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a deep sense of longing.
The old man strode forward, his grip so tight on his cane that his hand trembled.
He stared at Su Ye for a long time.
"What... what is your relationship to Shuang'er?"
Su Ye watched the old man in silence for a moment.
Then she spoke.
"She was my mother."
The old man took two steps forward, leaning on his cane and staring intently at Su Ye.
It seemed he had already expected this answer, but hearing it from Su Ye's own lips was still a shock.
