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Those pitch-black eyes were filled with deep affection and care as they stared at Ling Chuxi for a long time.
"Mother!" Tears fell silently from the corners of Ling Chuxi's eyes.
That's right, this was her mother! Even though she had seen her mother's face in paintings several times, it was only now that she saw it with her own eyes that she knew how beautiful her mother was.
Only when she saw her mother's affectionate gaze did she realize that her mother's longing for her was no less than her own. Only then did she realize how much her mother cared for her.
As if she had heard Ling Chuxi's mumbling call, her mother smiled sweetly, revealing a motherly warmth.
"Mother!" Ling Chuxi's tears had long blurred her vision.
Her mother's eyes were also glistening with tears. She retracted her white jade-like palm, wiped the corners of her eyes, and gently waved her hand at Ling Chuxi.
Her mouth moved and she said something.