Ye Wu's emotions surged like a stormy sea. After seven years of longing, he could no longer control himself and rushed to the dark prison.
Before the dark prison, there stood a golden coffin, and beside it, a thin lady in green clothes sat in a wheelchair, her back looking frail and weary.
"Mom!"
Ye Wudao knelt to the ground all at once.
What?
Hearing this voice, the lady in green couldn't help but turn her head, her demeanor that of a noble lady—virtuous and graceful. Shock filled her face as tears began to stream down instantly.
The emaciated woman was none other than Ye Wudao's mother, Jiang Qin!
"Dao'er!"
With that one word, Jiang Qin's dim eyes filled with hopeful light, her heart's longing bursting like a dam, and despite her disabled legs, she fell directly off the wheelchair.
"Mom…"
Ye Wudao quickly moved to Jiang Qin, kneeling before her legs, his face in shock, he asked, "Mom, your legs?"
