Erya's eyes instantly reddened, but she forced herself to hold back her tears and smiled. "Brother Xiaowu!"
Standing beside her, Wu Mengchan's delicate frame trembled slightly. Her clear eyes were a mixture of nervousness and joy, as if she had a thousand things to say but didn't know where to begin.
At the same time, a figure appeared as silently as a cheetah in the shadows of a distant pavilion. It was Song Ling'Er, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. She didn't approach, but simply gazed at the familiar figure from afar while vigilantly observing her surroundings.
Wu Liangchen walked forward with a smile, reaching out to pinch Erya's cheek. "You've gotten thinner!"
Then he turned to his sister, Wu Mengchan, and said, "Hmm, and you've gotten even more beautiful!"
Yang Lian'Er stood to the side, watching with a smile. Seeing that both girls were on the verge of tears, she finally spoke up. "Alright, alright, let's save the chatter for inside."
