"These things can wait."
"Come out with me first."
"Now that you're awake, let's have a proper talk."
I slowly rose to my feet, my eyes in the darkness gradually growing complicated.
She was also the daughter I doted on most.
She was the baby I had once carried for ten months, then incubated as an egg for a year before painfully giving birth to her. How could I bear to say a single harsh word to her?
Just like what Ye Qingxian had complained about.
She had never given birth to a baby, so of course she did not understand that the source of a mother's love was the affection that sprang up the instant she saw her child; the inexplicable joy that arose whenever she saw her child happy; the sense of security that settled in as long as her child was by her side. And if her child was unhappy in the slightest, no matter how troubled she herself was, she could never bring herself to scold them. She would only want to comfort them at once, never wishing to hear their sorrowful crying again.
I really did spoil my children, even to the point of bottomless indulgence—so much so that Ye Qingxian had wanted to correct me immediately. Hearing Xiao Xuan's sorrowful plea now, my heart felt as though it had been pierced by needles, breaking bit by bit amid a thousand holes.
So—
How was I supposed to tell her that she did not need to think like that? No matter how many people there were, no matter how tangled and complicated the web of relationships became, no one could take her place.
You are the baby Mother gave birth to. Mother will never dislike you, and Mother will always love you.
How could I