Before he could even stand, Mrs. Zhao hurried down from the ridge. Cheng Yun managed to muster a smile of relief, but a split second later, a loud "slap" echoed through the woods.
"Mother..." Cheng Yun covered his cheek, feeling aggrieved.
Mrs. Zhao’s eyes were brimming with tears of lingering fear. "You little brat, you..." As she scolded him, her tears broke like a dam, and she pulled her son into her arms, the two of them weeping together.
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