He had lost a bit of his edge being smothered by beauties all around?!

Han Li's mother had been carving something with a wooden piece, while on the bed, with a knife before he arrived, but now, her gaze was on him.

He sighed. 

Then looked at her. Really looked at her. Looked at her as if he had never laid eyes on that confused but beautiful face. She was wearing traditional Hanfu today, a white one that made her look like a woman from the neighborhood whom everyone just couldn't stop respecting.

What a powerful golden light. His Existence-enforced eyesight was nearly blinded, and he walked closer without even knowing. Near her, he subconsciously felt warm and welcome.

Before he could even control himself, he walked in front of her and fell into her embrace. She was genuinely confused because he had always been the one embracing her, instead of falling into HER embrace as he was doing now.

But she was only happy to oblige and ruffled his hair.

"What happened, Xiao Li?" she asked softly.