Although thinking this way was horrifying and unsettling, it was the only explanation that made sense.
Then her daughter returned to her own body, and the red mole on her hand returned as well.
Thinking about this, Han Xianglan felt particularly distressed. From the age of twelve to seventeen, for five whole years, where had her daughter been? The thought of her possibly trapped in a dark corner, crying out for her mother, brought tears streaming down Han Xianglan's face.
This startled Qiao Qingyu, who quickly reached out to wipe her tears, urgently asking, "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Han Xianglan hastily replied, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I was just thinking... thankfully, Mom is still alive. Otherwise, would my Qingyubao have become a child without a mother?"
"Yes, Mom, that's why you need to take good care of yourself."
"Qingyu, you can't go to the Han Family by yourself anymore. I need to tell you something."
