Qing Li stepped back uncomfortably, her beautiful eyes like a startled deer, "You... what are you doing?"
"Helping you wipe your tears, huh? Why do they keep falling?" Yu Longting finally let go of Qing Li's hand and used both hands to wipe her tears.
Qing Li's tears fell even more, even her lips trembled with grievance.
Suddenly, Qing Li fiercely jumped into Yu Longting's arms.
Like an injured little beast, she whimpered painfully, but still stubbornly said, "I'm not relying on you, nor do I have any maternal love for you, it's just that you resemble... Yu Qingxiao... Boo~"
"I reluctantly allow you to think of me as Yu Qingxiao, as a way to repay the debt of giving birth to me." Yu Longting's eyes slightly showed a glint of red, his palm hovering over Qing Li's head but hesitating to lower, "Humans are really troublesome, so emotionally fragile."
