As she walked up to her, Pei Yuelan, with trembling hands, grasped Mo Qiansu's hand, her eyes glistening with tears, "Qiansu, is it you?!"
"..." Mo Qiansu's chest quaked vigorously.
She looked at the woman in front of her, whose temples had turned gray with disbelief that she would suddenly approach her to ask this question.
At this moment, Mo Qiansu seemed touched by her emotions, her eyes became even redder, and heat rose in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse, and she asked softly but with some tension, "Do you hope it is?!"
Pei Yuelan's slender hand suddenly tightened its grip on her. She nodded without hesitation, "Of course! During the time I lived here, I often thought, how wonderful it would be if my daughter were you. You are not only beautiful but also sensible, smart, and kind... In front of Xiaoyu, you are so strong and selfless... so heartbreaking..."
"..." Mo Qiansu bit her lip, her eyes growing warmer.
