Hephis had been resting quietly in Duotu's arms. Suddenly, he looked up in a certain direction, tears instantly filling his beast eyes. Unable to contain his excitement, he cried out, "Mother..."
The boy had always had a quiet personality. Even Duotu had rarely seen him lose control like this. But when he finally made out the figure gracefully approaching, his whole body went rigid. His breathing was shaky, and he was even more overcome than his son.
The little lion cub didn't notice his father's reaction. The moment his father's arms slackened, he jumped from his embrace and landed on the ground. He stared fixedly at Sang Luo, who was smiling as she knelt, as if trying to discern whether this was a dream or reality.
He had always thought the mother he saw was just a figment of his dreams. He never imagined she was actually alive.
He should have rushed into his mother's embrace, but he hesitated, not daring to step forward.
