The middle-aged woman was stunned and didn't snap back for a long while, as if she was excited yet in disbelief, she asked again, "What did you just call me?"
The woman still looked dumbfounded, but she understood the meaning of the other's words, "I asked if you are my mother."
"Judging by your age, it seems... you should be!"
After losing her daughter, the middle-aged woman lived in pain. Even though her husband doted on her immensely, it couldn't make up for the loss of her biological daughter. That kind of pain penetrated every cell of her body, like a venom without an antidote—
But now, she seemed to have found the antidote. That cry of "Mom" just now seemed to give the middle-aged woman new life.
"Hey! Yes, I'm mom. From now on, you can always call me mom."
"Then... what about dad?" The woman smiled sweetly, "I'm a child with a dad, right?"
