"Not necessarily. Her personality might not have been like mine." Nangong Lengyu opened her mouth, and her lips curled up slightly. "If she was very naughty and rebellious, I'd punish her."
Ling Sheng hugged her and smiled. "I think Little Star's personality would definitely have been like yours."
She would definitely not have taken after her scumbag of a father!
That night, Ling Sheng slept very well. She dreamed of the very, very short time when her mother had hugged her and sung her a lullaby.
In fact, she felt like she had dreamed of a warm place in her mother's stomach where she could hear her mother's reassuring heartbeat. It was magical.
Nangong Lengyu dreamed of Little Star. Little Star had grown up in her dream. She saw her back, but she could not see her face. Her heart warmed with happiness.
