"Based on the information I found, what she said is likely true," Yan Sijue whispered softly in her ear.
Mu Yiliang held him tightly, "So, she really is my mother, right?"
"She was born this way," the man said gently, "Likewise, it's not your fault she didn't want you."
"I know, I'm not a five-year-old little girl anymore," she buried herself in his chest, "...so you never told me, did you?"
"If she never intended to acknowledge you, then telling you would only make you sad," Yan Sijue sighed softly, "But I didn't expect that even after she acknowledged you, her attitude would still be like this."
Mu Yiliang couldn't help but laugh, "She is Mu Ning after all."
Nie Qing had sorrowfully called her "Ah Ning" countless times, yet she probably never listened, no, she simply wouldn't listen.
She was grateful that she still had emotions and could be moved, even if at times it seemed burdensome.
