When Grandma said such words, everyone was stunned. Their faces displayed a rich tapestry of expressions, from initial disbelief to slightly dilated pupils, then their pupils gradually cracked until Grandma Qin's image shattered into countless fragments inside. Their complexions turned from pale to white, from white to dark, as they were engulfed in utter shock. They simply could not believe that such a thing could happen; it was as if they were waking from a grand dream, still clinging to its beauty, unwilling to accept the cruel reality.
Ye Qiyun looked blankly at Grandma Qin, then slowly turned to look at Qin Yucen beside her. Tears quickly fogged her eyes, and with trembling lips she whispered, "Grandma, I was just about to ask you about Yurong and Yucen as I've always had some doubts. That Yucen has the same blood type as me... I hadn't expected to learn from you that Cencen is my daughter before I could ask. Is it true? Are you not deceiving me?"
