In that moment, An Yuqian felt a heart-wrenching pain deep within her.
She had spent years trying to forget her own children, always deceiving herself and insisting that everyone related to the Qiao Family owed her something. But these two were her very own flesh and blood. Now that her children appeared before her eyes, her heart felt heavily suppressed.
The pain agonizingly infiltrated her heart and lungs. She didn't know what her child's name was, or if they had recognized the Qiao Family, or how their years outside had been.
As if entranced, An Yuqian took a deep breath, entering the hall with somewhat disoriented steps, leaving Lan Lan alone to welcome guests at the entrance.
The Scene
Inside the hall, the sound of a violin filled the air. The snow-white walls adorned with relief designs held a grand chandelier, like a flower bud, radiating a bright and lustrous light that almost illuminated the entire hall.