The tender smile on the Beast Queen's lips froze completely.
"…"
A familiar, sharp headache returned almost instantly to bother her. She slowly raised a delicate hand to rub her aching temple, feeling as though another strand had turned white.
'That troublesome brat…'
'Can't he give me even one single peaceful day?'
Looking closely at her daughter's eager expression, the Beast Queen's loving heart couldn't help but ache softly. She reached out and gently stroked Feng Yuer's silky, dark black hair.
"My silly girl…"
Her soft voice became unusually gentle and deeply sorrowful.
"Why must it be An Mo?"
Feng Yuer blinked her large eyes in complete confusion.
The weary Beast Queen sighed softly once again. "There are countless outstanding young men residing in the vast Upper Domain. They are handsome, talented, gentle, and responsible…"
She paused briefly before adding completely helplessly,
"But that brat An Mo…"
