Yi Meng tightly pressed her lips together, her brows furrowed into a character like "川".
That secret, does it really need to be said? Should she tell her daughter, a little child only four years old, whom she had brought home?
Yi Meng was very conflicted inside, but after meeting her daughter's big, watery black eyes, she suddenly made a decision.
Her heart hardened, and she thought, just say it.
She had held it in for so many years, she had long wanted to find someone she could tell.
Manbao was still a child. Even if she accidentally let it slip, she could still say that she was making up stories for a child.
With this thought, Yi Meng's brow relaxed, and she took a deep breath, then gently rocked her daughter in her arms, "Daughter, let mom tell you a story!"
"Okay, okay!"
Upon hearing there would be a story, Qi Manman's eyes shone brightly.
She loved listening to stories the most!
