"How uncanny… You look exactly like Wen Xin when she was young, truly alike…" Old Madam Dongfang placed her wrinkly hands gently on Jun Moxie's face. Her eyes grew moist, and two drops of tears finally fell from them. Although her vision of her grandson was now fogged up, she could not bear to take her hands off his face to wipe her eyes. With a light pull, she tugged Jun Moxie into her arms, her body shaking heavily as tears ran down her face onto her grandson's neck. "My dear grandson… To not be able to see your mother for so many years… It's been tough on you…"