Jiang Yao fell silent.
Qiaoqiao's words were right, she shouldn't view the men who came into her life with her preconceived notions of love, as it was unfair to both her and them.
Seeing this, Qiaoqiao knew her words had been heard, so she didn't say more.
Some things should be touched upon lightly— after all, they weren't children, and there was no need to thoroughly dissect every principle and force-feed it to them to be considered acceptable.
She put on her gloves again and leisurely began peeling the crayfish. "Some things, if you don't want to talk about them, then don't. Whenever you're ready to tell me, I'm always available."
"..."
Looking at Qiaoqiao, Jiang Yao felt a warm, cozy sensation. She moved closer and hugged Qiaoqiao, resting her head on her shoulder. "Qiaoqiao, you really are my little padded jacket."
Qiaoqiao paused in her peeling. "Are you saying I'm your daughter?"
It must be said, she always had a knack for breaking the mood.
