Xia Weiyi thought of Zhou Ting, who had passed away a year ago. On her deathbed, she muttered hazily, 'Xiaoqing, Mom is here with you—' but never once mentioned Xia Weiyi.
Xia Weiyi's eyes became a little moist. "Auntie Tong, you are so good to Alice, so good that I am envious. If I had a mom who cared for me like you, I can't even imagine how happy I would be."
Seeing Xia Weiyi's tears fall patter-patter, Tong Ruoxin felt an indescribable pang of pain in her heart. "Yiyi, what about your mom?"
Xia Weiyi shook her head but didn't say anything.
In that moment, Tong Ruoxin's fingertips trembled slightly.
Her shaking head meant... no mom?
Suddenly, she recalled rumors from the outside world that Xia Weiyi was adopted by the Ye Family and only married Ye Che when she grew up. Tong Ruoxin's eyes widened abruptly.
"Yiyi, tell Auntie, how old are you, and in which month were you born?"
