Ye Yuchen remembered her mom's expression back then; it was incredibly vivid, like she just won a million-dollar lottery.
"Chengcheng, I'm telling you, I'm old friends with that boy's mom. Actually, long before you were born, us moms already made a pact. If we both had a son and a daughter, we'd pair the kids together.
Earlier, you were too young, so I didn't mention it. But now it's great; my friend's son is still single. You've just graduated from college, perfectly timed! It truly feels like destiny!"
At that time, Ye Yuchen responded, "Mom, how old was that boy when you had me?"
"Um, let me think, I think he was already four? Oh no, five? Oh dear, it's around four or five!"
"That many years apart?"
"Well, back then my health wasn't great, I had trouble conceiving. So when I had you, I was older, and it got delayed a bit! If I'd had you earlier, you'd have been similar in age. Four or five years, not much at all!"
