Gu Qingxue was worried. She held her forehead and let out a heavy sigh.
Rong Han was lying on the bed with her little butt sticking out with a smile, her face was full of happiness. "Fairy, when will you marry into my family and become my mother My great-grandfather likes you very much. When the time comes, I'll get someone to carry the palanquin and bring you back to our house, okay?"
Seeing Rong Han's expectant face, Gu Qingxue reached out and touched Rong Han's head. "Lil' Han, I can't be your mother."
"Why? Fairy, don't you like me anymore?" Rong Han asked pitifully, his expression downcast.
Gu Qingxue quickly shook her head. "I like you very much, but you have your mother."
Hearing this, Rong Han immediately felt relieved. She held Gu Qingxue's hand and said, "Fairy, don't worry. I don't have a mother!"
"How can that be? Everyone comes from their mother's womb." Lingbao tilted her head in confusion.
