***
"Mm."
Mai Xiaomai thought for a moment and then asked gloomily, "If I'm not their biological child, then why does my mom talk so realistically about being pregnant and giving birth to me? It's as if it's completely true? I've also seen my medical birth certificate and I know which hospital I was born in. Could it possibly be like a Korean drama where babies are switched at birth in the hospital?"
"It's possible. After all, newborns all look quite similar."
"If it really is like that, then my parents, discovering that the daughter they've raised for over twenty years isn't their own, would definitely be heartbroken. I really don't know what to do."
Mai Xiaomai fell into endless entanglement, and her phone rang again. It was a call from her mom.
Looking at the screen with the constantly flashing word "Mom," Mai Xiaomai's heart skipped a beat. It rang several times before she answered, "Mom—"
This word 'Mom' sounded especially complex with emotions.
