In the illusion, the flames rising from the woman's body gradually consumed her into an unrecognizable form.
Perhaps by coincidence, that shattered visage in the fire seemed to look their way.
Liya whispered, "Thank you for giving me such a wonderful daughter."
The historical illusion couldn't hear her voice, but Liya saw a relieved smile on her face.
Aina wanted to rush forward but was tightly held back by Wei'er, her tears unstoppable.
"Waaaah—"
She, how incredibly lucky she was.
To have such a wonderful biological mother.
And such a wonderful adoptive mother who treated her like her own daughter, and a sister who treated her like a younger sibling.
And Brother Luo Xi, who had pulled them out of the mire at all costs.
Mom, this world isn't really in hell.
I actually lived in such a beautiful world.
Now, your daughter has grown up, found someone she loves, and can finally face her past.
The image gradually disappeared, returning to the desolate icy plains.