"My lady, why do you call your master 'mother'?"
Nalan Yan's residual soul awoke for a moment before falling back into slumber. Qiu Zhihe was tearful, her usual indifference and calm vanished, as frail and mournful as an ordinary woman.
Qin Gengyun was heartbroken and naturally refrained from pressing his wife further, holding her gently and offering comfort.
After a long while, Qiu Zhihe finally stopped crying, lying softly in Qin Gengyun's arms. Hearing his words, Qiu Zhihe's gaze was distant, her voice dreamlike:
"I left the village in my childhood and went to Cyan Lotus Mountain. I promised my parents that once my cultivation was successful, I would return to accompany them."
"But when I returned to the village a few years later, I learned that my parents had already passed away from illness."
"Grief-stricken, my master told me that from now on, she would be my mother."
