Greeting Isn't Just Crying

Beside the table stood an exquisite wooden cradle, warm and comfortable inside, with a chubby infant still wrapped in swaddling clothes lying within.

Liu Erlong held her chopsticks, chewing slowly.

At the same time, she reached out to rock the cradle. Only as she watched her sleeping daughter did the sorrow in her eyes ease somewhat.

Sometimes, she wondered whether living out the rest of her life like this might not be so bad.

Only, her daughter was pitiful.

Like her, she would grow up without ever seeing her father, relying on each other for survival.

Click! A sound came from the doorway. Liu Erlong's hand paused, and only after confirming it was the sound of the door opening did she continue rocking the cradle and slowly turn to look.

Creak—

The door swung wide open.

When she saw the shadows entering from outside, three figures of different heights, Liu Erlong immediately became wary again.

The visitors clearly were not Crown Prince Xue Qinghe...

Then, when she made out the black-clad youth at the front, Liu Erlong's eyes widened at once. Hatred and fear filled her gaze as she hurriedly stood up, shielding the child in the cradle behind her.

Her hands gripped the cradle behind her back, her delicate fingers turning white from the force.

Of course she knew this youth. Even if he turned to ashes, she would remember him! Ye Qiu—that was the name of the man before her! It was Ye Qiu. Even if Ye Qiu was handsome and dashing, that could not change the fact that he was a beast on the night of her wedding!

Tap! Ye Qiu slowly entered the room, followed by Ah Yin and Ling Yuan.

Looking at the two women she had never met before, Liu Erlong saw that both