Chapter 1171 - 540: Loli Mom?

Chapter 1171: Chapter 540: Loli Mom?

"..."

Teresa stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with bewilderment, staring blankly at the woman before her who had once appeared in her dreams.

Is it my mother?

Is she my mother?

The immense shock and incredible joy intertwined, leaving her mind blank.

Rationality was screaming warnings, yet emotions instinctively ignored them.

Just as Teresa’s mind was extremely shaken, teetering on the edge of a fierce battle between reason and emotion — she spoke.

"Teresa, my child..."

She looked at the seemingly dazed child, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with infinite love and affection.

"What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

She stepped forward slowly, naturally embracing the rigid girl gently, her rough yet warm hand rhythmically patting Teresa’s back, as if to dispel all unease, softly comforting.

!!!

The gentle voice, as if possessing magic power, instantly shattered the psychological defenses Teresa had arduously built.

Fake!

Fake... fake?

Is this all really fake?

Which side is really the fake one!!?

The moment she was particularly embraced, all memories of Elda from the past became distant and unreal.

Like reflections in the water, they could ripple apart with the slightest touch, let alone now when a large stone was cast.

Everything shattered instantly, dissipating!

The living, breathing mother with a concerned gaze before her was the deepest desire, the most irresistible truth within her heart.

The mother’s hand lifted to gently stroke her forehead.

The hand was warm, rough, bearing the traces of labor — the hand of an ordinary village woman who worked tirelessly.

But the difference was, within it was a motherly warmth Teresa had never experienced.

All struggles, all doubts, crumbled at this moment.

The dam of reason was completely demolished by the flood of emotions.

She no longer thought about what was real and what was fake.

At this moment, she only wanted to stay here, in this world with her mother.

In the face of wavering, she surrendered resistance, letting the warmth envelop and pull her deep into the depths of her dream.

She seemed to faintly hear a sound from another world — weak whimpers from her own mouth and the unsettling sound of a snake’s tail tapping on the bed.

Yet all of that seemed incredibly distant, as though separated by a thick veil of water.

She was thoroughly immersed in the dream.

Teresa reached out and tightly grasped her mother’s extended hand, as if holding onto the whole world.

She held so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white, fearing that releasing her grip would lose this hard-earned warmth.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, not from sadness, but from an immense happiness and grievance of regaining something once lost.

She rushed into the embrace she had longed for countless days and nights, feeling the strange yet real warmth, murmuring:

"Mom..."

The woman was not alarmed but lowered her gaze, softly asked: "What’s wrong? Did you feel aggrieved in your dream?"

"I seem to have had a very long, long dream..."

"Was it a nightmare?"

The mother’s inquiry made Teresa hesitate for a moment, with many thoughts fleeting through her mind.

Was that dream considered a nightmare?

In the beginning of the dream, it seemed like she did go through many painful experiences, but later changes occurred, making it less sorrowful.

Ultimately, Teresa gave a vague answer: "Seems, it’s not a nightmare, but also, not a sweet dream..."

Neither, both.

"Oh? Is that so, hehe."

The mother blinked and smiled, softly said: "It’s okay if it’s not a sweet dream, it’s fine, they were all dreams, you can slowly tell me."

"You can, little by little, tell me..."

After saying this, she lightly patted Teresa’s back, singing a gentle and soothing lullaby.

The melody was ancient and familiar, as if heard hundreds and thousands of times in her infancy.

"I, once, was, calling..."

Under the lullaby’s caress, Teresa’s will completely collapsed.

She slowly closed her eyes, contentedly sinking into an even deeper, deeper dream.

"..."

Meanwhile, as the mother and daughter embraced, a tall man emerged from the shadows of the kitchen.

He was dressed in simple farmer’s attire, his face bearing traces of weathering and his gaze complex as he looked at the embracing mother and daughter.

His gaze landed on the gradually slumbering girl, equally gentle and kind, yet hidden with a deep sense of regret.

He walked to the woman’s side, hugged her shoulder from behind.

Steven pressed his lips, a hint of regret and... struggle flashed in his eyes.

The struggle vanished in an instant, disappearing too fast to capture.

When he turned his gaze back to the women’s tender face, all those emotions had dissipated, leaving only complete gentleness.

...

...

Elda.

In Teresa’s wooden cabin, her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and even a gentle and satisfied smile emerged on her face.

However, deep within that smile, a trace of elusive puzzlement lingered.

Her breathing became smooth and long, as she completely fell asleep, but her posture mirrored that in the dream, holding tightly.

She held with such force, fearing that the person in her arms would escape from her grasp.

But the problem is, what Teresa was tightly holding at this moment wasn’t her dream-encountered mother, but — Yunier.

Being a petite girl a size smaller than Teresa, Yunier felt like she was being squeezed to death!