"You must be thinking that I am so selfish for not even trying to give Feifei a chance to know her birth mother. Do you think Feifei would hate me if she knew that I hid the truth from her?" She chuckled, feeling foolish for wanting to keep Feifei to herself.
When Su Xiaofei was growing up, she slowly became a beautiful rose that had yet to bloom. Many of those who'd seen her daughter commented on how beautiful she looked and how her Feifei resembled Bai Qingyue, who had already reached the peak of her career at that time.
As Yun Qingrong stared at her young daughter, she could see why those people said those words. Indeed, looking closely, one might easily mistake her daughter as Bai Qingyue's child or a relative of hers.
