"Why are you suddenly asking this question? Haven't I given you photos of your parents before? Haven't you ever looked at them?"
Xiao Mi looked at Wen Xin and gently shook her head, "I haven't looked at them because I feel that since they are no longer here, there's no need for me to face the photos and reminisce."
"But now I am suddenly very curious, I want to know what kind of mother could give birth to such a beautiful and outstanding girl like you."
Listening to Xiao Mi's indirect compliment, Wen Xin smiled softly. She found Xiao Mi really interesting—she didn't know when she had learned to compliment people in this way.
"Mom doesn't look like me at all; rather, you resemble mom more... Mom wasn't a gentle woman, her experiences were quite vast. Once everything is settled, and we have time to sit down, we can let our foster father tell us about mom. He knows a lot more about her."
