Pei Yuelan did not have high expectations. If her daughter was indeed alive, she didn't hope for her to be in a wealthy family. She would be content if her daughter was in an ordinary family, as long as they loved her, and she grew up healthy and happy.
At this point, Pei Yuelan sighed again, "No matter what, it only means that my daughter and I were not destined to be mother and daughter in this lifetime."
The phrase "not destined to be mother and daughter" brought tears to Mo Qiansu's eyes. Her heart ached, filled with an indescribable sadness.
While they were talking about these heavy topics, Little Demon King had already fallen asleep in Mommy's arms, sleeping like a little pig.
Mo Qiansu couldn't help but hold the little body in her arms a bit tighter.
She felt fortunate and grateful that she and her son had never experienced such misfortune.
At this moment.
