Zuko scratched his nose, hesitating, before taking Lina’s hand and heading to the store. The emotions he was experiencing at the moment were beyond words. It felt as if all the spices had been spilled and mixed together, something he thought only happened in literature.

Zuko had always believed that he was a person capable of controlling his emotions. However, at that very moment, he was overjoyed yet overwhelmed by an indescribable sadness and pain.

As they walked, memories flooded Zuko’s mind. He recalled holding Pammy’s hand when they were young, guiding her as she took her first steps. They had lost each other for 20 years, and he never imagined that she would come back to him in this way.

These thoughts echoed in his head as he recalled others’ comments about Lina.

“Bro, I realized that Lina looks like Aunt Linda from certain angles!”

“Look at them, they’ve just met, but they act like sisters!”

an outstanding daughter like Lina. How could people like them

held Lina’s hand tightly, causing her to

snapped back to his senses. “Oh, I’m

“What’s wrong

his thoughts.

smile, “What a coincidence. There’s something I want to tell

into the store while skipping.

me?” Lina asked,

her words and the love she received from her adoptive parents. They had treated her as their own, and now they were transferring the house and store to her. It made him realize how deeply they cared for her, despite not

tell your mom the truth. She has been treating me like a son-in-law, giving me orders and all. I feel bad about it. An old house

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