The cold wind battered the doors and windows.
The tall woman's gaze suddenly turned sharp, her presence imposing.
Zhu E took a half step back, pondering silently for a moment.
The warm room felt like it had plunged into an ice cave, with not a sound to be heard. Qin Yue wasn't crying either; she curled up on the soft couch, her eyes unblinking.
Zhu E had mentioned similar words before, but Qin Qingluo severely disliked them and reacted intensely, so Zhu E temporarily shelved the topic. However, now that she was about to leave the Southern Border, unsure of when she would return, she wasn't worried about Qin Yue not eating or dressing well, just that the child wouldn't regard Qin Qingluo as her mother.
It's well known that before the age of one, it's the best time for a child to recognize their parents.
After a long pause, Zhu E softly said:
