Seeing her daughter's hands turn red from peeling, Madam Xie was heartbroken and blurted out, "Stop peeling, Xuexue, just wear it. Maybe it's your late mother watching over you from heaven."
"Mother, what are you talking about? Aren't you fine right here?"
Xuexue pretended not to understand and stared directly at Madam Xie, wondering if she intended to reveal her origins.
Madam Xie's gaze flickered for a moment, as if she was struggling inside. Eventually, she sighed and said, "These past few days, I've been confused, it's mother being foolish."
"Don't say such ominous things in the future."
Her foster mother was not willing to tell her about her origins now, probably because it wasn't the right time yet. Xuexue didn't press her and lowered her head, pretending to casually stroke the bracelet on her wrist.
