In the letter that Li Ji'an sent to the Yan Family, he had thought through everything, only hoping that the Yan Family would keep their promise to take care of his young son, while he himself had no hope for his path in life and would leave far away, never to be seen in this lifetime.
Yan Qingwan looked at the eight-year-old Li Ji'an for the first time today, and in her heart, she already believed the claim in the letter about the young son because the familiar sensation between the brows could not deceive anyone.
The reason for asking was merely self-deception.
And at this moment, with this question, she was not sure what exactly she was thinking.
"In reply to Auntie, father said that when I was born, mother ascended to the Immortal Realm, and I have never seen my mother, but I think mother must be as beautiful as Auntie."
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