The image of a handsome young man lingered in her mind, with his starry, flashing black eyes etched into her memory.
Yunluo unconsciously curled her lips into a smile.
She instinctively raised her hand to touch her forehead, as if that **** was pressed against her forehead.
Mrs. Zhen glanced at Yunluo and saw her smiling with joy in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask her, "Nannan, what are you smiling about?"
Yunluo snapped back to reality and blinked playfully at Mrs. Zhen, saying, "I was thinking about what Mother said, no need for you to say it, each of us is indeed blessed."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhen's smile grew even more gentle. She stopped and turned to tidy Yunluo's hair, cupping her fair little face in her hands, saying, "Alright, alright, whatever Nannan says goes. Each of you is blessed, Mother is also blessed."
Yunluo held her lips in a smile, but a touch of sadness emerged in her heart.
