Yue Qingqing actually knew in her heart, but she still pretended to be surprised on the surface.
"What do you mean by that?"
Yue Xiaofang smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm just saying this casually, and you just listen casually. As we get older, we tend to become superstitious. Maybe I'm just imagining things myself."
When the child was born, the nurse gently carried her over to show her.
Yue Xiaofang was stunned when she saw the teardrop-shaped red birthmark on her daughter's shoulder.
Almost couldn't believe her own eyes.
Although Yue Xiaofang had always told herself that her daughter's reincarnation was just her hallucination or a dream, deep down she never lacked a certain kind of hope.
At the instant she saw the child, especially after seeing that birthmark, Yue Xiaofang couldn't help but tear up.
The nurse thought she was crying tears of joy, not knowing that Yue Xiaofang's happiness was accompanied by another greater surprise.
