"Duo'er, don't keep hiding things from your parents!
Ever since you were little, I've watched you grow into an adult.
Do you think I don't know what you're made of?
Having known you all these years, I can say for certain that poetry this exquisite could never have come from your own hand!
If you ask me, someone else probably wrote it and gave it to you.
Last night, I carefully observed the people around you. Only Xiao Wu and Xiangmei had a little literary talent, but neither of them could possibly produce work of this caliber.
So there must be another master behind this!
My good daughter, stop keeping it under wraps and tell me everything!
Don't leave me racking my brains and guessing one person after another!
As long as you tell us the truth, your father and I promise we won't breathe a word of it to anyone else!"
Mother Zhou spoke softly, her face full of affection. She reached out to gently smooth Zhou Duoduo's slightly disheveled hair, then slipped the exquisite Black Rose Twin-Strand Hairpin back into place.
"Duoduo, your mother is absolutely right.
With your usual habit of fishing for three days and drying the nets for two, how could you possibly possess such earth-shaking talent?
Be a good girl and tell us without fear. Your mother and I swear we'll keep our lips tightly sealed!"
The head of the Zhou Family was a man of broad experience. He, too, wore a solemn expression as he offered reassurance, an intangible air of authority surrounding him as he spoke-the commanding presence he had accumulated over years in power.
At those words, Zhou Duoduo's head began to buzz, as though thousands of bees were flying about inside it.
Her eyes darted from side to side