Feng Aoxue cheerfully held a child in each arm, one pretty little lady in one hand, and one handsome boy in the other, feeling completely content.
Their warm and joyful scene caused the old man across them to break out in a smile too.
"So, you're the mother of these two kids?" He asked, beaming at Ye Lu.
Ye Lu proudly smiled, "Yes, hello, sir."
Her eyes were gently fixed upon her two babies, her smile full of happiness.
The old man looked at her joyous face, puzzled,"I was just thinking that the mother who could have raised such lovely children must be exceptional. To think that you're so young, barely out of your twenties!"
Ye Lu's smile faltered slightly, "Yes, I'm twenty-three this year."
At times she felt fearful of the stranger's odd stares, the curiosity or disdain in their eyes. After all, having a child in her teens was not a laudable act.
However, she never wanted to deny her identity as a mother in front of others.
