But in the end, she steeled her heart and didn't care anymore, she had to see his chest no matter what.
And when she saw the faint birthmark on Nangong Ye's chest, she suddenly couldn't hold back her tears and started to sob uncontrollably.
It was him, it really was him.
The child she had looked for nearly twenty years and had never found was finally back.
…
"Who allowed you to sew here?" Tuoba Lie entered and saw Nan Feng sewing a small garment by candlelight with a blissful expression on her face.
Her enraptured state deeply irritated him; he had never allowed her this, as if what she was doing now was the happiest, most satisfying thing.
She was so eager to do things for Nangong Ye, but when washing his clothes, she couldn't even wash off the mud stains from the hem.
How could he not be angry?
Nan Feng put down her needle and thread, stood up, and looked at him with her usual cold and wary gaze, "Does the Second Prince have any orders?"
