The man looked at my conjured Alin, first stunned, his pupils dilated suddenly, and then his shoulders began to twitch continuously, and the tears in his eyes slipped from the corners of his eyes like a river bursting an embankment.

In the process of crying, the man no longer held the kitchen knife, and suddenly let go of his hand.

Then he threw himself into my arms and cried, "Finally... Arin, you're finally back! It's been two years......

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