The telepathic connection between mother and daughter far surpasses everything else; the closer she got to Song Zhaodi, the stronger that strange feeling became in her heart.

This feeling was indescribable; she didn't even know how to express it. But as long as this girl stood there, she knew she was absolutely right.

Xie Zhiyan and Shu Ying's guesses were both correct. She didn't even wait for Shu Ying to finish speaking before she hugged Song Zhaodi tightly with both hands.

The group hadn't intended to make the atmosphere too sad, but when Huang Meiling started crying, Song Zhaodi couldn't help but tear up as well.

Huang Meiling cried uncontrollably, and even her speech was broken and intermittent.

“When I see you now, it’s like seeing myself when I was young. It’s all your dad and I’m so careless that we lost you for so many years.”

Her daughter, who had suffered so much to escape from the mountains, might have missed her family forever if it weren't for a twist of fate.

Huang Meiling didn't know how to describe her feelings. A treasure she had lost and found was now right in front of her, and she couldn't help but be excited.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw that Xie Zhiyan had been discharged from the hospital unharmed. Her son, who had been seriously injured, was fine, and her lost daughter was by her side. At that moment, her life seemed to be complete.

Shu Ying gently patted her back. Seeing that the two of them were crying harder and harder, she spoke up at the right time, "Mom, Sister Song, this is a good thing. We're still outside. If we keep crying like this, people will think something has happened at home."

Huang Meiling wiped away her tears with one hand before reluctantly letting go of Song Zhaodi.

“Yingying is right. We shouldn’t cry on something so happy.”

As she spoke, she took Song Zhaodi's hand and looked her over from left to right.

Seeing her fingers thicken and no longer as slender as those of a typical young girl, a pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

Just by looking at those rough hands, you can tell she must have done a lot of heavy work.

She had promised herself she wouldn't cry, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"Good child, you've had such a hard time all these years. It's all your parents' fault. If we had been more careful, we wouldn't have been separated for so many years. How have you been all these years? Have your adoptive parents been good to you?"

Huang Meiling asked cautiously, but quickly realized that her question was too foolish, as it was clearly stabbing her daughter in the back.

If He Caixia and her husband had truly cared for Song Zhaodi, they wouldn't have given her such a name, much less forced her to leave the mountains to make a living.

Song Zhaodi didn't want Huang Meiling to worry, but she couldn't really say how good her adoptive parents were. Huang Meiling stroked the back of her hand, "It's all in the past, it's all in the past."