Bai Jiaojiao didn't play any tricks on Yang Changping and spoke frankly.
Even Bai Zhiman admitted that Yang An had eloped with him to Shili Village without his family's consent. Yang's family was clearly angry; otherwise, they would have found him long ago.
Bai Jiaojiao continued, "If you want to know about my mother's current situation... she unfortunately died in childbirth, so in a sense, I am the executioner who killed her. You don't need to place your feelings for my mother on me at all."
Upon hearing this devastating news, Yang Changping's eagle-like eyes suddenly cracked like ice shattered by a pebble, and his eyes reddened: "What did you say?"
Bai Jiaojiao suddenly felt a little cruel: "My mother has passed away."
"..."
Yang Changping seemed to have stopped breathing, and even the usually boisterous Yang Fenglin didn't know how to react.
Good heavens, it would be better if we couldn't find her at all. At least we could comfort ourselves by thinking that she's living a good life somewhere else.
"Dad, are you alright?" Although Yang Fenglin was usually unreliable, he still cared about his father. Yang Fenglin saw that his father's hand was trembling as he touched his aunt's photo.
Old Yang is still vigorous despite his age; he never had this trembling hand problem before.
"It's alright," Yang Changping said, trying to calm himself down after losing his composure in front of the younger generation. "It's alright, child. Don't say that, don't blame yourself. Your mother will be sad if you say that."
Yang Fenglin felt like he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight. He had never heard his father say such mushy things before. Was this really his father?
He pinched Qi Yunxin, who winced in pain but dared not make a sound, glaring at Yang Fenglin.
When Yang Fenglin saw that he was in pain, he was truly astonished; this was not a dream after all.
Bai Jiaojiao could tell that Yang Changping's concern for Yang An was genuine, and she felt a bit choked up.
To be honest, how could Bai Jiaojiao develop feelings for a mother she had never met since birth? Even if she hadn't been switched at birth, she would probably only crave maternal love.
She didn't know how to comfort him; the middle-aged man opposite her seemed like he was about to break down at the slightest touch.
"Sorry, I was too direct."
“It doesn’t matter,” Yang Changping said immediately. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have to say it sooner or later, no matter how we say it.”
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