"Mom, some things are supernatural." Ying Zijin raised her head, her expression serious, "But you can believe that I am your daughter."
She had said the same thing to Wen Fengmian.
Su Wen hesitated for a moment: "Mom knows."
She hugged the girl, her eyes reddening, smiling with a sigh: "You are my flesh and blood born after ten months of pregnancy, how could you not be my daughter."
This was a little life that had lived in her womb for ten months.
"Last time, I also chatted with Mr. Wen about the legends of Hua Country, saying that everyone would reincarnate but wouldn't have any memory of their past lives." Su Wen stroked the girl's head, "There are always those who haven't drunk Oblivion Soup in this world, and my Yaoyao is just one of them."
She whispered: "You must have suffered a lot before, didn't you?"
Ying Zijin's hand trembled.
When a normal person hears such things, they would be shocked.
But Su Wen's first concern was how she had been doing previously.
