"A red birthmark? What does this red birthmark look like?"
Yu Jingrong asked softly. Something flashed and then disappeared from her mind. It felt like a heavy stone had dropped into her brain. The words 'red birthmark' kept buzzing inside her, it felt familiar, but elusive like a dazzling star.
Wang Qiuling replied: "It is on the side of the waist, quite small, like a coin."
Li Chengyun, who had been silent all along, spoke with indifference: "After her husband died, Su Xin gave her daughter up for adoption."
"What?" Wang Qiuling was utterly shocked, anger leaked from her voice: "How could she adopt out her own daughter? She is not helpless; she is well capable of raising her own daughter. It's such a pity for that poor child; who knows how she is doing now."
Mu Ye laughed involuntarily, "Mom, you're worrying about her daughter who nearly killed you."
