Seeing the confusion in Yan Xinxin's eyes, Ning Zitong gave a slightly apologetic smile, but her gaze was full of motherly affection as she looked at Yan Xinxin.
She raised her hand and gently stroked Yan Xinxin's long hair, her eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness.
"Back then, your father happened to be making a donation to that orphanage, so he and I went over to see if there was any way we could help. That's when we saw Chun, who was crying in the cradle the whole time."
Recalling the situation back then, Ning Zitong felt an even deeper sense of heartache now.
"The moment Mom saw Chun, it was as if she was completely frozen; she thought she saw Yuan when she had just come out of my belly."
Ning Zitong lowered her eyes and smiled softly as she spoke.
"But your dad said that newborn babies all look like that. He told me that if I liked Chun, I could bring her home and raise her myself. Mom didn't even think twice before deciding."
