"Is Auntie pretty, or is your Mommy pretty? She asked again. This time, she didn't bother faking a smile anymore. Actually, instead of a question, it was more of a threat.
Rainy blinked her eyes. "Mommy," she answered honestly. In her eyes, her mother was the prettiest mother in the world.
"Say again?" Bai Luoyin was very unsatisfied with Rainy's answer. Was that woman as young as her? Was she as pretty as her? Furthermore, she had even given birth to a child. How could she ever be compared to her—Bai Luoyin?
"Mommy," Rainy said again. No matter how many times Bai Luoyin asked, it was the same—she would say that her mother was prettier, insist that her mother was prettier. Actually, in the child's heart, her mother was naturally the prettiest.
