Xue Huan rested her head on her shoulder and rubbed it coquettishly, "Mom, in my heart, you and Dad are my biological parents. The grace of giving birth to me is not as great as the grace of raising me. You are my parents, and no one can surpass that."

Xue's mother's eyes were moist as she stroked her back. In her heart, didn't she treat Xue Huan as her own daughter?

"By the way, besides this egg, my mother still has the clothes you wore when you were a child. I'll go find them."

She stood up and rummaged through the box to find a light red cloth bag. She came back and unwrapped the bag, opening it layer by layer. Inside, a very cute and exquisite set of clothes appeared.

A small bellyband and small pants. The bellyband is red, a very bright red, like the sunset in the sky, without a single line or thread on it, it looks as if it was made by nature.

The pants are white.

The materials of the two small clothes are extraordinary, different from any other fabrics on the market. They are as soft as clouds and as smooth as water, but not cold at all. Instead, they are warm and very comfortable to touch.

Moreover, after so many years, the colors of the two small clothes have not faded at all, and there is no strange smell. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a very faint fragrance.

It seems to have permeated every silk thread.

Looking at the two little clothes, Xue's mother couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile of nostalgia, "You looked only four or five months old then, so white and chubby, not to mention so pretty and cute, just like the little boy in the New Year pictures. Your father held you in his arms all day and was reluctant to let go.

"Because your background is so unusual, your father and I didn't report it to the authorities. We thought maybe your parents and relatives would come looking for you one day, but no one ever came. So your father and I decided to raise you as our own and just tell everyone that you're ours."

Xue's mother held Xue Huan's hand tightly, "Huan'er, I didn't intend to tell you about this because in our hearts, you are just like our own child. But after listening to what you said, I realized that you are different from ordinary people after all.

"Your sudden awakening of innate wisdom might be related to your past. Plus, since you're already grown up, I think you have the right to know your true past."

Xue Huan's previous confession to her mother was to replace time travel with awakening of innate wisdom. She had read the term innate wisdom in the library of Lingyun Temple. Some people are born remembering their past lives. To put it in a mysterious way, it is because they did not drink Meng Po soup when they were reincarnated in their past life. However, in Buddhism, there is a special term to explain this kind of thing.

——That is the awakening of innate wisdom.

Xue Huan put the cloth bag away. Although her life experience had some impact on her, she had even experienced time travel, so learning about another bizarre life experience was no big deal, so she accepted it calmly.

And for the time being, I have no intention of exploring my own life experience.

She was now more concerned about something else, "Mom, what's your stepsister's name?"

Xue's mother was a little surprised, but she still told her: "Her maiden name is Yang Lian."

Xue Huan nodded and took it to heart, "Mom, she hurt you like that back then, don't you want revenge?"

Xue's mother smiled in relief. "Of course I wouldn't miss it. When I first learned the truth, I felt resentful. Even after following your father here, I still had nightmares. I dreamed of falling off a cliff, being chased by gangsters, and being nearly bullied by a drunken man..."

"But things got better after that. I have your father and you guys, and my life is peaceful and happy. Why should I keep dwelling on the past and making things difficult for myself? If I hadn't talked about your life story this time, I would have long forgotten all those people and events in the past."

"Well, we really shouldn't take those dirty people and things to heart. We should just live our own lives."

Although she said this, Xue Huan had made up her mind in her heart that she would find an opportunity to avenge her mother and make that woman named Yang Lian get what she deserved.

The mother and daughter cuddled together and talked for a while before Xue Huan returned to her room.

As soon as I entered, I was met with Pei Ji's sad and aggrieved face.

"Hanhuan, I've been waiting for you for half the night."

Xue Huan laughed, "Why are you waiting for me?"

"I'm leaving in two days, and I want to spend some more time with Huanhuan before I go." Pei Ji walked over and held Xue Huan's hand.

Xue Huan originally wanted to enter the space to study the black egg and the little clothes she wore when she was a child, but now that Pei Ji, the clingy guy, came to pester her, she had to cancel her plan.

"Go lie down on the bed first."

She said this casually and went to wash up behind the screen.

Go, go lie down on the bed? That's not good, right?

Pei Ji, who was left there, had his whole handsome face flushed. He glanced at the fragrant couch not far away, his eyes shy and expectant, but his actions were very quick and swift. He took off his coat in a few seconds, opened the quilt and lay down on it.

Thinking about what might happen next, his heart began to beat fast.

Although he and Huanhuan have already been married, the previous marriage was just a fake one, so he and Huanhuan cannot do anything between husband and wife yet. When he has settled the trouble in the capital in the future, he will formally hold a grand wedding for Huanhuan, marry her into the family with great fanfare, and let the world know that she is his wife.

But Huanhuan kept him and let him lie on the bed. Does this prove that Huanhuan wanted it?

What should he do later? He should reject her, but what if Huanhuan misunderstands that he doesn't like her? Of course, he is willing to be intimate with her, and even hopes to become a real couple with her as soon as possible, but not now. It's too hasty.

But if Huanhuan insisted, he probably wouldn't be able to resist her. So what should he do?

If I had known earlier, I should have read more secret stories about the joys of the boudoir.

Pei Ji, lying on the bed, was already lost in his wild imagination. He had even thought about how many children they would have in the future and what to name their sons and daughters.

When Xue Huan came out, she was already wearing pajamas.

Of course, it was not the "revealing" nightgown that she wore that night to force Pei Ji to admit that he had recovered his memory, but long sleeves and long pants, a very conservative style.

It is similar to the Chinese clothes worn by people of this era.

Pei Ji's eyes were glued to her, watching her walk to the dressing table, smear something on her face and hands, and then walk towards him with a fragrant smell.

His heart beat faster and faster, but he tried hard to remain calm.

Without waiting for Xue Huan to reach out her hand, he took the initiative to move inside, making room for his already warm quilt, and even lifted a corner of the quilt, waiting for her to come in.

Xue Huan blew out the candle and got into bed.

"Go to sleep." She tilted her head to him and closed her eyes.

Pei Ji: “…”

That’s it?

An indescribable feeling of loss came over me.