"This is your favorite, isn't it?" Xia Weiyi retorted without an ounce of courtesy.
The Blue Enchantress, Zhou Ting's favorite flower.
Noble and elegant, bewitchingly dazzling.
But the more intoxicating the flower is, the more thorns it has, and the tighter one holds onto it, the more it bleeds.
She sneered coldly and continued, "Also, please stop calling me Yiyi, Yiyi. We're not close, and it makes me feel sick."
In Zhou Ting's memory, her daughter used to love following her around, always pleading to be held. How had she grown up to be so cruel toward her?
This left Zhou Ting flustered, with a couple of sobs, her expression one of disbelief: "Yiyi, how can you talk to me like this... I'm your mother..."
Ye Che stood to the side, silent the whole time, but a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes at her words, quickly returning to calmness.
Turning his head, he glanced at the little woman beside him, whose frown clearly showed she was unhappy.
