No matter how much Ye Qingxian cared about Junior Sister, she hadn't forgotten to take her eldest daughter's hand. She strode toward them.
Ye Ranxing had been sitting alone in the corner of the bed, withdrawn and miserable. The moment she caught Ye Qingxian's scent, she perked up immensely, flapping her little wings as she took flight, ready to perform a graceful swallow returning to its nest for Ye Qingxian.
Yangyang's expression turned strangely serious as she watched her little sister fly toward Ye Qingxian's arms. Her eyes held not a trace of emotion.
It was nothing like the scene Ye Ranxing had eagerly imagined, where Ye Qingxian would lift her into her arms.
Ye Qingxian acted as if she hadn't seen Ye Ranxing at all. She led Yangyang past her, and the delighted smile on Ye Ranxing's face froze. Her black wings nearly stopped beating, and she almost fell from the sky.
On the bed.
Ye Zhaoxuan held her mother's hand.
Like a daughter who would always protect her mother,
she rested quietly beside her.
When Ye Qingxian appeared, Ye Zhaoxuan merely gave her a slight nod.
Unlike when Yangyang had just been born,
Ye Zhaoxuan, an ultimate eighteen-winged angel of light, was already quite mature in temperament without needing to grow up.
Behind them,
Ye Ranxing watched Ye Qingxian ignore her, tears welling in her eyes.
She was Ye Qingxian's most gifted daughter, and the one who trusted her most.
How could...
How could Ye Qingxian ignore her completely?
Being treated as if she didn't exist made Ye Ranxing's chest ache. An indescribable sadness spread through her.
Suddenly, she wanted to cry.
She had already firmly chosen Ye Qingxian's side.
And she had never done anything to wrong her mother.
Ye Qingxian gazed at Junior Sister's fragile, flowerlike