"Y-You're not allowed to say nonsense." Wei Ziqin's tears streamed down at once as she touched Qiao Mu's face with trembling fingers. "Qiaoqiao, you, are you still willing to call me Mom?"
"One day as my mom, a lifetime as my mom."
This matter that had put her on tenterhooks for such a long time had finally cleared up, allowing her to see the sun again.
Qiaoqiao didn't blame her one bit.
Wei Ziqin sobbed as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Qiao Mu embraced her shoulders and patted her back gently as she comforted, "Mom, you don't have to care about what irrelevant people say."
Even so, Wei Ziqin shook her head. "That person is your Seventh Uncle."
As she spoke, she took out half of a jade pendant attached to a red string from her pocket. "This is what your birth mother left behind for you. I'm now giving it to you."
However, Qiao Mu did not take it, and her small hand even shrunk backwards.
