NOVPUBChapter 1497: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_4 Chapter 1497: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_4 This realization filled Alora Hart with incomparable despair.
Under the red twilight, her face looked more terrifying than a fierce ghost.
However, the people below couldn’t understand her words at all.
They only saw her as an irrational madwoman and looked at her with anger and contempt.
“As she wishes.”
Under the veil, the young lady’s eyes were as calm as an ancient well, looking down at the countless commoners beneath the high platform without a ripple.
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The doors of the Holy Temple gradually swung open.
Red lanterns one after another lit up on either side of Central Avenue, extending towards the deep darkness beyond.
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Young Lady White calmly walked into the grand doors of the Holy Temple, striding along the expansive avenue.
The surrounding area was eerily silent.
The Green Dragon, Vermilion Bird and the other two leaders lagged far behind.
At this moment, they had already sensed the danger in the air.
None of them spoke, maintaining a tacit silence.
This was Aubree Groove’s second time entering this grand hall.
The first time, she didn’t dare to look around much.
Now, she could clearly make out the colorful murals on the walls.
Behind her came the sound of rattling pearl curtains.
Aubree Groove didn’t turn around, instead she watched the murals on the wall.
Her faint voice drifted through the empty hall.
“A joyful ending for everyone, but no one cares about those lives lost in the disaster incited by a mother’s wrath.
In the glare of the god’s light, they seem so insignificant and tiny.”
“Every life that comes into this world experiences countless hardships, yet their right to live is easily taken away.
She may be a great mother, but she is a failure as a divine being.”
“I’m sorry.” A gentle voice echoed from the woman behind her.
“Do you know?
When a person’s ambition begins to swell, it becomes like an addiction that can’t easily be given up.
You became the Holy Master, had everything, yet you still wanted more.
It’s never enough.”
“Bella!.” This voice, full of longing and guilt, echoes out across over a decade of time, finally spoken out loud.
“From Pethkids to Beverley Island, and then to Inracetales, you planned for so long, just to call me Bella?”
Aubree Groove slowly turned round, her eyes complex as she looked at the woman in front of her.
The woman had shed her extravagant gold robe and was now dressed in a soft, loose white gown.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, she had an astonishingly beautiful face.
Time seemed to have treated her kindly, making her look as youthful as a maiden in her twenties.
The woman’s skin was as white as fresh snow, her curved eyebrows full of melancholic grace.
Raw and untold stories were hidden within her beautiful eyes. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
She looked as fragile as the willow swaying in the spring breeze, but beneath that fragile beauty, a determined soul was resonating, restless, struggling in pain.
This was not a face unfamiliar to Aubree Groove.
A long, long time ago, so distant that her memory was starting to blur, she saw the beautiful face of a woman under a hood at a chaotic station.
At that time, she would have never imagined that her momentary compassion would bring about good karma.
The encounters in life are truly wonderful.
In this world, everyone can blame her, but only Aubree Groove had no right to do so.
In a fleeting moment, Aubree Groove sighed lightly and went over to hug her.
She was much thinner than expected, and Aubree Groove could feel her prominent shoulder blades.
Who would have known that the revered Holy Master spent day and night in torment, suffering from longing?
The woman stood there, motionless.
After a long time, she finally reached out her trembling hands to hug Aubree Groove tightly, treating her as a lost treasure that was finally recovered.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you.
I just…
didn’t know how to face you.”
Fate had never been kind to her.
She had braved deadly thorns and sharp blades, swallowed all the blood and tears.
It was a difficult journey to today yet no eye saw her vulnerability.
Best, at this moment, in front of the person who was her flesh and blood, she finally shed tears.
“Bella, my daughter …”
Aubree Groove was really slow when it came to emotions.
She once thought that she seemed to be born without an emotional chord.
Later, she seriously pondered over this issue.
When even surviving was a struggle for an orphan like her in a hostile environment, emotions were a luxury.
But she was not emotionally challenged and had no physiological disorder.
When she developed a dependency on Night Hawk, she mistook it for love and thus suffered immensely from his betrayal.
Many years later, life under the discipline of Ancient Buddha under the green lantern healed the pain in her heart and ground away her hatred.
She let go, moved on, and finally understood that it was not love.
Her master and juniors were her family, she loved them and would do everything to protect them, but she knew in her heart that it was different.
Latterly when she returned to the Arias, she had a family, yet she still felt a sense of aimlessness in her soul.
Until this moment, she finally understood.
Across the vast expanse of life, she had walked thousands of miles.
In the end, her destination was a familiar embrace in the form of her mother.
Their respective destinies were oddly similar, finally meeting in a sea of people, tied together by the thread of blood.
They were mother and daughter, and also each other’s salvation.
