In bed.
I secretly opened one eye and couldn't help but exclaim dramatically,
As expected of my daughter—she'd put her skill points into the same things I had.
Yangyang leaned against Ye Qingxian's shoulder and wrapped her little arms around Ye Qingxian's neck.
It was an intimate pose.
Ye Qingxian had never experienced this kind of closeness from her daughter before.
Even now, she still found it hard to believe.
But the truth was right there before her eyes. She had no choice but to believe it.
No wonder everyone said daughters were like little cotton-padded jackets.
The lingering shadows in Ye Qingxian's eyes—the gloom and resentment that had built up after Junior Sister had suppressed her for so long—were driven back, little by little, by that single call of "Mom."
Yangyang was the only one who sensed the change.
She stared blankly at Ye Qingxian.
Mom's scent... seemed a little more like hers now, but also a little less like hers.
Her little head wasn't yet able to make sense of all that.
I pushed myself up from the bed and jumped down.
Of course, I didn't forget to make my presence known. I dusted off my already spotless hands, then took my daughter into my arms.
"Give her back to me."
Now in someone else's arms, Yangyang kept her big, dark eyes fixed on Ye Qingxian, who was staring right back at her.
I fell silent.
How had this made it look as though I, her real mother, were the wicked woman tearing mother and daughter apart?
I felt a little jealous. I gently turned my daughter's head back toward me and said to Ye Qingxian, "Now do you believe me?"
Ye Qingxian was silent for a moment. "I believe she's my daughter, but I don't believe I