The twilight descends, with scarlet hues of the sunset reflecting against the horizon, gilding the entire city.
Meng Qianqian suddenly opens her eyes, taking a deep breath of the cool air.
"Mother!"
She blurts out, her gaze sweeping around her surroundings.
However, perhaps she had slept too long, as she feels a bit disoriented, unsure of where she is.
The only thing she remembers is seeing her mother.
But, where is her mother?
Was even that glimpse just a dream?
"Mother..."
Her throat chokes with emotion.
"I'm here."
Accompanied by a gentle and ethereal voice, a slender white wrist gently parts the curtains.
A beautiful face enters Meng Qianqian's sight, and she is momentarily stunned.
"Mother, is it really you? Am I not dreaming?"
Zhongli Yuan gently sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her hand over to rest on her own heart: "Silly child, this isn't a dream, feel your mother's heartbeat."
