Chapter 523, Ancient poem · Treasure storage room

Perhaps it was because of Ye Qingyu’s opening speech, which brought up a gust of wind, the mandarin duck handkerchief that was covering the white-haired mysterious person’s face was slightly moving, a corner was lifted up. 

For this reason, Ye Qingyu caught a glimpse of part of this mysterious white-haired person.

His mind was violently trembling at this moment. 

“Mother?” 

Ye Qingyu could not help but exclaim aloud.

As though struck by lightning, he almost fainted from the shock.

What did he see? 

That face under the Mandarin duck handkerchief looked almost exactly the same as his mother who had passed away many years ago. At that very moment of the silk handkerchief being lifted up, Ye Qingyu vaguely really thought that he had seen his mother. It was not only the facial features, even the mole on the corner of her mouth, the expression and temperament, were almost the same as when his mother was sleeping. 

How was that possible? 

Ye Qingyu was like he had seen a ghost.

He saw his mother being buried with his own eyes back then, and later his mother’s...