So Su Juan's biggest wish is to live a long life, at least to watch her son grow up and move towards his own happiness.

Xia Lian, who had been forced to grow up, was now her primary focus. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel sorry for her, a child who had suffered since childhood. She wondered what she should do, seeing such a small child having to face life alone.

My heart softened, my emotions melted. Even if there was an extra little girl in the family, it wouldn't matter. I just wanted to take her place as her mother and raise Xia Lian properly.

And so, the Wen family had another daughter.

"You always want to raise her like a daughter, which makes me unsure how to bring it up," Wen Mo said, scratching his head.

“I want to raise her as my daughter, but she may not really see me as her mother.” Su Juan smiled bitterly. She was already being very careful in her interactions with Xia Lian, afraid of touching the child’s inner wounds.

The only thing we can do is to treat her even better.

Let Xia Lian understand that this is her new home, and her family is here.

"You no longer object to our relationship?"

"I never said that, okay?" Su Juan flicked Wen Mo on the forehead in annoyance. "On the contrary, I'm going to praise you properly."

Wen Mo rubbed his forehead, the bright red finger mark on it still slightly hot, and grimaced, "What did you praise me for?"

"I'm so glad you took such good care of Xiaolian. She's finally showing some emotion now," Su Juan exclaimed. "I can tell you really like her."

Wen Mo lowered his head. Being told such an embarrassing thing by his mother in person was indeed a little embarrassing, but even so, he nodded in agreement and said seriously, "Yes, I love her to death."

Sweet words need to be spoken with feeling to touch people's hearts.

Of course, it wasn't just Su Juan, who covered her face and stared wide-eyed, who was moved; Xia Lian, who had just pushed open the bathroom door with a change of clothes, was also touched.

"well?"