Reuniting with their granddaughter was a joyous occasion; they had reunited with their own granddaughter, though the truth hadn't been revealed yet.
However, the news of their daughter's death that followed made Mrs. Xu break down and cry uncontrollably.
"Forty years, it's been forty long years, how could this happen? Why did this happen to me?" Mrs. Xu's hands wouldn't stop trembling.
This news was a devastating blow for an elderly woman who had spent years searching for her daughter.
"Mom, the dead cannot be brought back to life, please restrain your grief," Xu Zijin gently patted the old woman's back.
Before mentioning the matter, Xu Zijin had anticipated Mrs. Xu's emotional breakdown.
Cruel as it was, it was better to tell her directly rather than getting her hopes up and then dousing them.
"My daughter, oh Lord, even the chance for a mother and daughter to meet was taken from us, why so cruel?" Mrs. Xu cried tears of agony, leaning on her son.
