Chaochao's mother recalled the last time she saw Chaochao.
Chaochao's words and actions didn't seem like those of her daughter. Her daughter was so young; she couldn't possibly understand such things.
But the Chaochao she saw last time seemed to understand everything.
When Chaochao was leaving, she had also told her that Chaochao was still Chaochao.
But a doubt had always lingered in her heart, and today, she finally voiced it.
"Chaochao is still Chaochao."
"But..."
"I know what you're thinking. You feel like Chaochao isn't acting like a child, right?"
Chaochao's mother nodded. Her Chaochao was just a child, a little kid who had just started elementary school.
"Since you've come to accept the mysterious side of this world, then you should also be able to accept that before becoming your daughter, your Chaochao likely had other experiences."
"Doctor Wen, are you talking about a past life? Do people really have past lives?"
Wen Ying smiled but didn't answer the question.
