"Baby..."
"Mm, sweetheart, is there nothing you want to do for yourself?"
I looked at Ye Zhaoxuan, who was quietly staying nearby and had been cosplaying as an accessory for several days straight, and finally asked the question that had been weighing on my mind.
Ye Zhaoxuan blinked in confusion. "Nope."
"Your daughter is only happy when she's by her mother's side."
I fell silent for a moment.
When it came to being a mama's girl, my own daughter really took the cake.
A moment later, I decided to let it go rather than force her to change.
If she wanted to cling to me, so be it. She'd only just been born. Once she grew a little older and had things of her own to do, she wouldn't spend every day sticking to me like a mama's girl.
When Ye Zhaoxuan wasn't holding my hand, the little dumpling would follow behind me, tugging at the hem of my clothes. Whenever she encountered someone, she'd hide behind me, showing only half her head. With a face that looked even more like Ye Qingxian's, she was unbearably cute.
Seeing this, Ye Ranxing rolled her eyes. "Hehehe, what a clingy little thing. Don't you have a backbone of your own?"
Ye Zhaoxuan answered with childlike sincerity and impeccable logic, though her words stung. "That's right. I have my own mother. If I don't stick close to her, who else should I cling to—you?"
Ye Ranxing: "..."
That really stung.
After all, the only person she considered her mother still wouldn't even acknowledge her.
She huffed inwardly.
It's just Ye Xiaoyao. It's not like I care.
Deep in an undeveloped area of Heavenly Sword Peak.
Yangyang was facing off against a tiger.
She strode forward with the most imposing catwalk. Just a faint