What was happening outside made me furrow my brow, my gaze turning somewhat complicated.
Whether it was Ye Ranxing, the most disobedient one, or Ye Zhaoxuan, the most obedient one, both were saying things I had never heard before.
Had I never really understood these two daughters of mine?
Ye Zhaoxuan's stark contrast in particular made my breathing grow somewhat heavy.
The things Ye Zhaoxuan thought about, and the understanding she had—
seemed to be things I had never tried to understand deeply.
She was indeed still a child.
But with the bloodline of the most powerful angel, she was also more than just a child.
So the independent thoughts my daughter had had become a question worth considering.
What kind of person was Ye Zhaoxuan?
That question still lingered in my mind.
Ye Ranxing had plainly said Ye Zhaoxuan was a little green tea, and bluntly called her a scheming person.
I wouldn't believe a word of those kinds of negative comments about Ye Zhaoxuan, just as I hadn't believed what others said about Ye Ranxing at first.
Nonsense!
I saw my daughter every day. How could I not know what kind of person she was?
She was a sweet little girl who always timidly tugged at my sleeve, so sensible it was hard to say how much. How could she be the scheming little angel everyone else described?
Give me a break!
And what did claims that she was always scheming behind people's backs have to do with my precious daughter? Those were obviously just words meant to smear Zhaoxuan.
Therefore,
Ye Ranxing's judgment simply didn't hold up.
I leaned against the headboard, most of my body tucked under the covers. My tender white hand pressed lightly against my stomach, as if that were the only thing that