"Mom..." Xia Wanwan knew that her mother understood, and said coquettishly as she went to take her mother's hand, "You know what I want to say."
"Silly child." Yang Susu said lovingly as she stroked her head, "You can't always be so stubborn."
"I'm not being stubborn... I'm talking to you about it, aren't I?" Leaning on Yang Susu's shoulder like this brought back memories of her childhood—before Xia An'an grew up and started scheming and framing her, back when she was her mother's most beloved daughter.
Thinking this, her courage swelled a bit, "Even though we had a false marriage before, and it was to spite Dad, my feelings have changed now. I want to be with him."
Yang Susu looked at the happy smile on Xia Wanwan's face and felt incredibly relieved, "I can see that, Xiaochen adores you."
"Yes, I can see it too," said Xia Wanwan with a smile.
"Does he know about your decision?"
