Who is it?

You Ruo stared at the woman next to Zhai Xiying in horror. Why did this person... give her such a shock?

Why would Zhai Xiying bring a woman to the house? And this woman... looks six or seven times as much as her. I would imagine, this...

You Ruo stared blankly at the woman opposite. She was dressed in a gauze white dress, and the clothes dancing with the breeze could take away You Ruo's sight.

Eyebrows, nose, mouth, and the whole face, You Ruo felt like there was a mirror in front of her. Except that she was a few centimeters shorter than him, the only difference was in their temperaments.

The feeling of strangeness and weirdness suddenly emerged. Youruo didn't like the state of mind she was feeling now. She felt that the woman was like a scourge, which brought her a sense of crisis.

But where did this sense of crisis come from? I don’t understand, it’s really hard to understand.

Zhai Xiying looked at Youruo who was stunned. The Saint of Kuai Miao Curse walked to Youruo in a few steps and took Youruo's frozen body into her arms.

"Who is she?" You Ruo stared at the Miao Curse Saint without blinking an eye.

"Miao Curse Saint." Zhai Xiying did not say she was Youruo's mother, fearing that Youruo would not be able to adapt to Die when she saw her for the first time.

Although Saint Miao Curse was the woman in the coffin a few years ago, Youruo lost the memory of that year, so she forgot that it was not actually the first time she met her biological mother.

"Miao Curse Saint?" The body held in Zhai Xiying's arms trembled twice. How shocking must this be to cause Youruo to tremble?

"Ruo'er!" This soft call was very gentle, very gentle, and it felt different from the tenderness Zhai Xiying called her.

Although she is not familiar with it, why is her heart so shocked? Isn't it the mother of this body? Why is You Ruo also surprised, with ripples in her heart?

"Ruo'er..." Saint Miao Curse saw that Youruo was just looking at her, but didn't speak to her. Then she took a few steps closer and walked in front of Youruo.

Looking face to face, You Ruo, who is close, can see the fine lines on the face of the Miao Curse Saint. Time is always passing by. No matter how immortal the Miao Curse Saint is, she is still a mortal.

We are all human beings, there is nothing to be afraid of! Youruo straightened up and still leaned in Zhai Xiying's arms.

"Hello, Saint of the Miao Curse." Youruo's clear eyes came back to consciousness, her spiritual eyes were very different from those of the Saint of the Miao Curse.

You Ruo has a pair of watery almond eyes, while Miao Curse Saint has a pair of peach blossom eyes. But apart from their different eyes, from a distance, their faces are carved out of the same mold.

Youruo said hello, and the Miao Curse Saint could not respond in a dull manner. Her dark purple lips tilted to both sides, and she said with a smile: "You call me the Miao Curse Saint?"

"Isn't it?" So what if she knew that she was the mother of this body? When the two met for the first time, You Ruo still couldn't speak to call her mother!

"Yes, I am indeed a saint from the Miao curse tribe, but I am just a saint. I am no different from an ordinary person." The saint from the Miao curse stretched out her right hand and motioned with her eyes to You Ruo to hold out her hand.

Youruo carefully observed the hands of Saint Miao Curse. They were as delicate and lustrous as pearls. Unlike her own, she had been practicing martial arts for many years, and even with ice cream for maintenance, she still had a thin layer of calluses.

"Catch up." Miao Curse Saint said, she wanted to hold her daughter's hand.

Youruo's previous etiquette when going to other countries in the 21st century was that holding hands was only the most basic, so it didn't matter now, let alone holding hands with a woman.

He proudly stretched out his right hand and put it on the slender and tender hand of the Holy Maiden of Miao Curse. You Ruo even squeezed it tightly.

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Chapter completed!