"Xuan'er doesn't remember what his mother... looked like,"
Di Xuan said in a low voice: "All Xuan'er can remember is her lying there, covered in blood with an obscure face."
Di Yelei patted Di Xuan's head gently and sighed, "Your mother and YingEr look very similar, she was a very gentle woman..." As he spoke, he fell into his memories.
"Dad, are you talking about YingEr's biological mother? Is she the one who lies on the little hilltop? Did my mother treat me well?" YingEr tilted her head and looked at everyone.
"Fool! Your biological mother was naturally very good to you."
Liu Sisi lightly patted YingEr's shoulder, unable to resist recalling her vaguely remembered parents, she seemed to only remember the two smiling faces, while their features seemed to be clouded over.
"Any mother would love her own children, your mother loved you too, otherwise, after her passing, she wouldn't have repeatedly asked your father to treat you well."
