With Ning Xia's words, the sadness in Jiang Mingxia's eyes faded away and was replaced by a thick, warm smile. Her hand firmly clasped Ning Xia's, and her voice was filled with immense joy as she spoke, "I was afraid you wouldn't agree, but I'm so glad, so very glad that you're willing."
"Teacher Jiang, I also feel it's truly wonderful," Ning Xia couldn't help but smile as well.
It was a simple acknowledgement of kinship, yet the little assistant watching them found herself inexplicably brimming with tears.
She really felt the more she looked, the more Ning Xia and Teacher Jiang resembled mother and daughter—even more so than with Miss Shi.
It was as though... they were meant to be together from the start.
The little assistant quietly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and, smiling, reminded her, "Ning Xia, why are you still calling her Teacher Jiang? You should be calling her godmother now."
Jiang Mingxia nodded in agreement, "Yes, you should call me godmother."
