"My dear girl, please do not worry yourself over this." Feng Lan said softly, gently wiping away Jiang Yanna's cascading tears with a silk, monogrammed handkerchief. Her voice was the absolute epitome of maternal tenderness. "No matter what anyone else in this house says, you are, and always will be, my true daughter. I have raised you lovingly from the moment you were just a precious little girl. To me, a mere accident of blood ties is not the most important thing in this world."
"Mom... Really?" Jiang Yanna asked hesitantly, her large, watery eyes fixed securely on Feng Lan's face as she projected an image of fragile vulnerability. "Do you truly, honestly think that?"
