Only later, when she gradually regained her senses, did she understand that Mù Qiānxún was not her child.
But by then, she already had the will to live.
And she felt as though she had been reborn.
Over these years, the two of them had lived very well together.
Ou Zun held her hand as they strolled slowly down a sunset-lit street, listening to her talk about her childhood. For some reason, he felt a special sense of compassion for her.
She didn't even know her own origins.
Mù Qiānxún looked up at him, tilting her tiny head, her eyes sparkling brightly.
"Do you think I'm pitiful?" she asked softly with a light smile. "I've never felt that way. Living with Mu Xin has been so happy. Even though she's not my biological mother, her love for me absolutely surpasses that of actual blood relatives. There was a time when I thought—even if I were with my original family, it's not certain my biological parents would treat me as well or cherish me as much as she does."
