Yun Yuejing sneered coldly, "I didn't expect it, of course, because all you care about is your family, your reputation, having an excellent heir to inherit your business, you don't care about his life or death. That day, I took a boat to the accident site to pay tribute to Ling Yun, I found him from the sea, do you know how joyful I was when I saw his face?"
Her voice was both desolate and filled with a deep maternal tenderness, so light and soft, like a gentle dew.
Her eyes overflowed with an unusual joy and excitement.
"He truly looks like my Ling Yun, those brows, that face, so similar, piercing my heart... My Ling Yun died in the sea, yet he emerged from the depths. Surely, heaven saw my suffering and sent a child back to me. With him, I have the courage to keep living."
