After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

The voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of shyness from the first meeting, drifting softly through the hall and reaching everyone's ears.

The air seemed to slow down a beat at the sound of the call, and even the flickering of the candlelight softened.

The one most deeply moved was Liu Xuan.

This warrior, who once galloped across battlefields and slew countless demonic cultivators, was always surrounded by a cold and hard aura of battle experience. His heart had long been tempered by blood and fire, making it as tough as cold iron.

But at this moment, that timid "Grandpa" was like a ray of warm sunshine, unexpectedly touching the softest corner of his heart, turning into a pool of warm spring water.

"Why!"

Xie Xuan's voice trembled uncontrollably as he responded. His large hands, usually so adept at wielding a sword, seemed somewhat at a loss. His mouth was stretched wide, and the wrinkles around his eyes were squeezed together. His face was overflowing with joy, completely devoid of any of the grimness he displayed on the battlefield.

He carefully handed the bracelet adorned with lustrous jade beads to Xie Xingran, his fingertips gently brushing across the child's hair, his voice incredibly soft: "Yes, it's Grandpa."

As she spoke, unable to contain her joy, she reached out and gently squeezed Xie Xingran's soft little hand.

The touch was delicate and soft, like kneading a cloud, making his heart tremble.

Xie Xingran's gaze was fixed on the bracelet. The white jade beads reflected the candlelight, emitting a soft glow, making it clear at a glance that it was a rare treasure.

He carefully took it, his little hand clenching it tightly, his eyes brimming with unconcealed joy, his pupils sparkling, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart: another treasure in hand!

Looking at his grandson's adorable face, Xie Xuan's eyes brimmed with affection. He leaned down slightly, raising his arm gently, his eyes filled with trepidation and anticipation, "Ranran, let Grandpa hold you, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xingran slowly raised her eyes to look at Xie Xuan. A hint of hesitation flashed in her clear eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were weighing something.

Although the man in front of him was friendly, he was still somewhat of a stranger.

Seeing this, He Anyao quickly stepped forward and gently patted Xie Xingran's head, her tone gentle and patient:

"Ranran, let Grandpa give you a hug. Grandpa loves you the most. Look, Grandpa gave you this beautiful bracelet without hesitation."

Xie Xingran was silent for a few seconds, then turned her head slightly. She first looked down at the bracelet she was clutching tightly in her hand, and then looked up at Xie Xuan, whose face was full of expectation.

Finally, he nodded gently, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his soft arm toward Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan was overjoyed and quickly stretched out his arms to carefully pick up Xie Xingran.

His movements were incredibly gentle. "Grandpa's Ranran!" he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness and contentment.

Touching the little one's warm body with his fingers and feeling the soft little body in his arms, Xie Xuan's heart felt as if it were soaking in warm water, bubbling with warmth.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently press his rough cheek against Xie Xingran's smooth and delicate skin. The touch was warm and soft, which filled him with an unprecedented sense of peace and fulfillment.

The last time I felt this emotional surge was when my daughter, Liu Qingwan, was born.

He felt the same way then, his tall frame holding a soft, tiny baby, feeling the whole world become gentler and his life completely fulfilled.

He wished time could stand still, capturing this moment of warmth and fulfillment forever.

Perhaps startled by Xie Xuan's affectionate gesture, Xie Xingran timidly called out again, "Grandpa..."

This voice carried a hint of dependence than before, which delighted Xie Xuan, and the smile on his lips never faded.

Watching this heartwarming scene, Liu Qingwan's eyes were already red. She quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, she took out a delicate and exquisite jade pendant from the storage bracelet on her wrist.

The jade pendant was pure white, carved with lifelike lotus flowers, and surrounded by a faint spiritual aura; it was clearly a carefully prepared treasure.

She gently stepped forward and handed the jade pendant to Xie Xingran, her voice trembling with emotion and expectation, her gaze fixed on the child in her arms: "Ranran, call me 'Mother,' okay?"

Over the years, she had missed her child day and night. This longing was like a thread that constantly wrapped around her heart. Now that she had finally seen the little one she had been thinking about, her voice couldn't help but tremble.

Xie Xingran looked up at Liu Qingwan, her clear eyes reflecting the woman's reddened eyes and her expectant gaze.

He was silent for a few seconds, tilting his head slightly as if sensing the warmth and intimacy emanating from the woman before him. Then, he spoke in a clear voice, calling out, "Mother!"

"Oh! Mother is here!"

Liu Qingwan was instantly moved to tears, and the tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes.

She quickly stuffed the jade pendant into Xie Xingran's small hand, stretched out her arms, and eagerly and tenderly wanted to hug her child.

Seeing this, Xie Xuan handed Xie Xingran, whom she was holding, over with loving eyes and a gentle tone: "Quickly, let your mother hold you, you two can have a good talk."

Liu Qingwan hugged Xie Xingran tightly, gently stroking the child's soft hair, tears streaming down her face, filled with joy and contentment.

In their past life, when Xie Xingran was three years old, they were forced to go to the battlefield to protect the common people. They were gone for seven years. When they returned, the child had long since lost his childhood innocence and had become more distant.

In this life, they were forced to leave hastily due to war when Xie Xingran was just a month old, and did not return until the child was three years old.

It seems that everything is in a cycle, but this time, they will never easily miss their child's growth.

Liu Qingwan hugged Xie Xingran tighter, her eyes still red, her voice gentle yet pleading: "Ranran, be good, call me 'Mother' one more time, okay?"

Xie Xingran clutched the jade pendant in her hand, feeling the warmth of the person in her arms, and called out in a clear voice, "Mother."

"Why!"

Liu Qingwan quickly responded, her tears falling even more fiercely, yet a happy smile graced her lips.

Those repeated calls of "Mother" seemed to slowly dispel the barrier between mother and child.

Xie Xuan and He Anyao stood aside, watching the mother and son embracing, their faces showing gentle smiles and their eyes full of relief.

The family was finally reunited.

Liu Qingwan hugged Xie Xingran, her emotions gradually calming down. Only then did she remember her husband who had been standing silently to the side.

She turned around gently, carrying the child, and walked to Xie Jinghan's side, smiling as she said, "Jinghan, look, our Ranran has grown so much, isn't she adorable?"

As she spoke, she looked down at Xie Xingran in her arms and gently guided her, "Ranran, this is Daddy, quickly call him Daddy."

Xie Xingran raised her little head and looked at Xie Jinghan curiously.

The man before me was tall and straight, with a faint air of aloofness in his eyes and a somber expression, devoid of any smile.

Xie Xingran frowned slightly, rolled her eyes inwardly, and muttered to herself: Who is this cheap dad trying to impress with that gloomy face? I don't want to call him that!

Thinking about it, she suddenly turned her head and buried her face in Liu Qingwan's neck, gently rubbing against her with a look of resistance.

Seeing this, Liu Qingwan couldn't help but smile indulgently, gently patting Xie Xingran's back, and said helplessly, "This child..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Xie Jinghan's strange expression. The smile on her face gradually faded, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes. She asked softly, "Jinghan, what's wrong? Are you troubled by something? You don't look well."

Hearing their daughter's words, Xie Xuan and He Anyao, who were standing nearby, also looked over, their eyes falling on Xie Jinghan with concern in their eyes.

They could all see that Xie Jinghan had remained somewhat silent throughout, and his expression was quite complex.

Xie Jinghan felt the concerned looks from everyone and knew he could no longer remain silent.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze complex as he looked at Xie Xingran, who was nestled in the crook of Liu Qingwan's neck. Then, he slowly curled the corners of his lips into a forced smile and said softly:

"It's nothing... I was just thinking about Huaijin. We're back, but we haven't seen him yet."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily fell on Xie Xingran's earlobe, where she wore a bright and beautiful earring that looked remarkably familiar.

Xie Xingran in her previous life also wore this earring, and Xie Jinghan knew that it was a gift from Jiang Huaijin.