In the simple Xiao Family Village, a sudden silence descended, as Xiao Yang and Luo Meilan seemed struck by lightning.
Immediately, their aged faces turned bright red, originally decrepit and hunched bodies now seemingly infused with endless power, making them stand up in a rush, scanning the surroundings with anxious eyes.
"Ye'er!"
"Is it Ye'er? Brother Yang, am I dreaming?"
Luo Meilan's voice trembled, her face full of disbelief.
"No, I heard it too, it was indeed Ye'er's voice." Xiao Yang's eyes also glistened with tears, as he searched along with Luo Meilan.
Xiao Ye, their eldest son, was their greatest pride in this life.
They had just heard Xiao Ye's voice!
All of this...
Is it a dream?
Swish!
Luo Meilan excitedly dashed out, as if madly searching the small mountain village, but due to her excessive excitement, she lost balance and staggered, falling towards the ground.
And at this moment, a pair of strong and warm hands suddenly supported her.
