The girl's words rang out with conviction.
They echoed through the slightly subdued Living Room.
She had resolutely stepped forward and stood in front of me.
Just as she had countless times before.
Ye Qingxian had always been like a light that could never be dispelled, instantly filling every corner of my desolate, dim world whenever I was at my most helpless and despairing.
I hadn't expected Ye Qingxian to step forward of her own accord at a moment when she could have simply watched from the sidelines.
Nor had I expected her to explain things to Cat mother like this, drawing all the blame onto herself.
Ye Qingxian spoke with conviction as she took my little hand.
The way the girl held my hand so firmly was like an oath.
At least, that was how I understood it.
"Auntie, I can explain everything to you. Yangyang's situation has nothing to do with Xiaoyao. She hasn't done anything wrong, and this definitely isn't a case of having a daughter before she had a Dao Companion."
"I was the one who took the initiative to use a long-lost secret technique. That's how Yangyang came to be."
"Having a child was my own decision."
"This has nothing to do with Xiaoyao."
"Auntie, if you're going to blame anyone, blame me."
"All the karma, all the fault, is mine."
"I'll bear the consequences of everything I've done on my own."
Cat mother's mouth fell open. It seemed she let out an "Ah."
She had never imagined that this daughter called Yangyang was born to Little Little and Ye Qingxian.
If that was the case, then everything was fine.
It was just...
There still seemed to be something wrong somewhere, but for a moment, she couldn't put her paw on it.
Cat mother kept