As I listened to Mother say that I had also loved crying when I was little, my light laughter echoed through every corner of the bedroom as I reminisced.
The memories of my childhood once again left a deep, vivid mark in my heart.
"There's no way~ Mom."
"I don't like crying anymore."
I nestled in Mom's arms and coquettishly acted like a little cat, trying to make up for the familial affection I had missed all these years.
In the living room.
Ye Qingxian tried to observe what Junior Sister was doing from the corner of her eye.
Unfortunately, the bedroom door was shut tight.
It gave her no opportunity at all.
Ye Qingxian had only been depressed for a moment when she met Yangyang's slightly curved brows.
Yangyang's eyes went blank. She pretended to roll around, turning over on the sofa and conveniently exposing her snow-white belly.
At the same time, she used her little paws to bat at a tassel dangling down from above.
In short...
She was doing her best to pretend she was very busy and had seen nothing.
Ye Qingxian came over in a single stride.
Yangyang immediately spoke from the heart and shouted toward the bedroom, "Mommy, someone's trying to bully Yangyang!" She still didn't know about Ye Qingxian's plan.
Ye Qingxian's expression stiffened.
Because after she left the bedroom, the soundproof barrier was no longer there.
In the bedroom.
My expression changed.
Cat mother looked puzzled. "Little Little, hurry out and see who's shouting outside."
"Whose child is this? Did they get lost?"
Although Mother had only just managed to accept that the person I liked was a girl,
I didn't think she could accept, right now, that when her daughter—who had been missing for more than ten or twenty years—finally reunited