"You... are?" Qiao Mo stood up, not understanding why she was looked at in such a way.
Aunt Yang sighed softly, a bit disappointed: "You... don't recognize me?"
Qiao Mo shook her head, she truly... had no recollection.
Aunt Yang forced a strained smile: "My name is Yang Peiyun, does this name sound familiar?"
Qiao Mo silently pondered for a while, Yang Peiyun. I have to say, this name indeed felt somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
But perhaps it had been too many years since she last heard it, and Qiao Mo ultimately couldn't remember.
Yang Peiyun gently took Qiao Mo's hand, choking up as she said, "Xiao Mo... I am your mother..."
Qiao Mo was petrified, as if struck by lightning, staring at the woman before her whose eyes were red with tears, stunned and unable to react.
What did she say?
Mother?
Whose mother?
