Except for Xiu Xi, no one could understand what Jiaojiao said, so no one paid it any mind.
However, Jiaojiao's eyes, as if she could see through everything, made Mrs. Xin feel a bit overwhelmed. She felt that this cat's gaze was even sharper than a human's, making her instinctively want to avoid it.
She avoided her gaze, bent slightly, and gently rubbed Xin Miao's head, saying softly, "Miaomiao, don't worry, you'll recover soon, and no one will ever say you have a mental illness again."
Xin Miao gently hugged her, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes fell.
Over the years, it's impossible that she never had any resentment, but at this moment, she suddenly felt relieved. It wasn't that she didn't love her, she just never believed that such bizarre things could happen in the world.
Jiaojiao looked at the mother and daughter embracing, still feeling that something was off.
