"Qingluo is back!"
Upon seeing her entering the door, Ye Xue'e's eyes brightened, excitedly dropped her little shovel, and ran over with open arms to embrace her daughter in her bosom.
With a light sniff of her younger daughter's sweet fragrance, her anxiety from days of worry finally settled down.
"Mother, I missed you."
Su Qingluo nestled in her mother's embrace, enjoying the moment of warmth.
"Mother missed you too."
Ye Xue'e's eyes were filled with warmth as her heart surged with affection. She tightly held her daughter's hand, her heart and eyes full of love.
"Good child, come, let's go into the house. Mother has good news to tell you."
"Qingluo also has a gift for Mother."
Su Qingluo responded with a smile, allowing her mother to lead them back to their rooms together.
"Qingluo, I didn't have a chance to tell you earlier, but your mother's birth father is the world-renowned contemporary scholar, Ye Mingsheng."