Thinking that there was nothing difficult to say, she started explaining directly.

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that you're not ready."

Not ready?

Qingxue put herself in her mother's shoes and thought about it. It seemed that, indeed, it was too hasty.

It has been three months since my father and mother divorced, I think.

The little girl glanced suspiciously at Yu'er's beautiful face, which looked even whiter and more translucent than a pearl in the dim candlelight, and murmured.

"Mother, you haven't forgotten your father yet, have you?"

"How is that possible! Is there anything about your father that I should keep remembering him?"

Scratched his head.

"Then you, you don't feel that you are not worthy of your uncle, so you are secretly struggling here, right?"

The little girl, who thought she had guessed her mother's thoughts correctly, had eyes full of heartache.

He crawled over on his knees and tilted his head to look at his mother's face. He thought he saw a face full of sadness because his thoughts were exposed.

Unexpectedly, the lively mother puffed out her cheeks and raised her hand to poke her face.

"Do you think your mother is the kind of woman who underestimates herself?"

The mother in Qingxue's memory was very gentle and kind in front of her brother and herself.

In front of his father, he was a completely different person, alert, strong, and indestructible.

She has many sides and has her sad moments, but she never belittles herself. She is a woman with a strong sense of entitlement.

"I've never felt that I'm unworthy of Zheng Peizhi. It's more like there's no man in the world that I'm unworthy of, only those I don't want."

The kitten looked curious, Qingxue: "So, you don't want your uncle."

Yu'er felt uncomfortable and ignored her daughter's eyes that were observing her expression.

"Who said I don't want it?"

Oh, so that’s what I wanted.

She understood.