This is the sound of a woman's footsteps.
Jiang Huang raised his eyes in confusion, momentarily stunned.
"Jiang Huang?" Axiang groped her way towards him.
When she roughly saw his silhouette, she stopped in her tracks, "Do you still remember me?"
Axiang's voice was soft, carrying a hint of nostalgia and a touch of elder affection.
The shock in Jiang Huang's eyes was just a fleeting moment; he quickly regained his composure, as if her appearance was very normal.
Yet he did not respond.
"Jiang Huang, it's me, I'm Aunt Yun." Axiang spoke again, and Mou Xiao standing at the door heard this, a knowing look flickered in his eyes.
Just as he suspected, she was from the Yun Family, Mo Jun's mother.
"I thought you were dead." Jiang Huang finally spoke, his tone very calm, without any fluctuations, "How are you still alive?"
Hearing his voice, Axiang felt quite emotional.
