Ding Xiaoxin was but a young girl of sixteen or seventeen, ordinarily at an age full of liveliness.
However, due to that incident, she developed autism.
It caused a regression in her mental age, making her seem like a girl of eleven or twelve.
"Thank you, Sister Yun," Ding Xiaoxin said with a flushed face, nodding her head.
Liang Rulan quickly pulled her over, seated her beside herself, and said, "Xiaoxin, dear, don't overthink it."
"Godmother, actually, I've always been bantering like this with your disgraceful daughter, Sister Bingyun."
"She's doing it on purpose to rile me up."
At the side, Song Bingyun smiled with a pursed lip, "Who knows who's really getting worked up!"
Ding Xiaoxin whispered, "Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Sister Yun."
How could such a sensitive girl not feel the deep motherly love between Liang Rulan and Song Bingyun?
Confronted with this long-missed family warmth, she finally showed a smile.
