"How are you feeling, dear?" Li Jiayun softly combed through Xu Jiaqi's hair. It was rare for the mother that the late Xu Jiaqi knew as a tigress mom to do this kind of gentle action. The strong woman who she always saw as a model figure, but was never able to relate to when she was still inside the body.
Li Jiayun was standing behind Xu Jiaqi, as both of their eyes panned to the mirror. Through their reflection, they locked eyes. Li Jiayun's gaze softened as she hummed a lullaby that she memorized by heart. This was her child. The bride that was about to be wedded.
In truth, Li Jiayun loved Xu Jiaqi perhaps even more than Xu Zheng. If Xu Zheng loved his daughter because she was the offspring created between him and his beloved wife, then Li Jiayun's love had nothing to do with Xu Zheng. Instead, she treasured her daughter, the one she had carried for nine months, bearing painstaking troubles as she was faced with countless trials.
