Listening to Zhuo Junyue's increasingly mysterious tale, Su Ningyan held his hand tighter, "Husband, is my mother's maiden family really so mysterious?"
"At first, I didn't believe it either, but my wife, how do you explain An An?"
Sometimes, some things simply cannot be explained by science.
Ever since he bid farewell to his younger sister, the old man's head has never ached again.
Su Ningyan nodded, remembering the birthmark on An An's hand, which was just a small dot when she was born.
Now, her birthmark looks more like a tattoo.
"Perhaps only Feng Jinghan can confirm whether Mom is indeed from the spirit clan or not."
Thinking of An An's clairvoyance, Su Ningyan felt uneasy. She was unsure if this was beneficial or harmful to An An, especially since she's still so small.
"It's been so many years. There's no need to rush. Be a good girl and get your medical check-up at the hospital tomorrow. This time, I will accompany you."
"Okay, you'll accompany me tomorrow."
