That night, Lin Qian didn't sleep soundly.
Her mind was filled with thoughts about her own background.
Her father is Mi Qihua?
Her mother is Chen Xiaoman?
There wasn't much excitement in finding her relatives, perhaps because her birth wasn't blessed.
And as for her mother, is she really dead?
But the attitude of Chu Yelin last night made her feel like her mother was still alive.
Is it just a ploy?
Is he deliberately making her believe her mother is alive so he can keep her in suspense?
Her thoughts were a bit chaotic.
The next morning when she got up, her eyes naturally became panda eyes.
After freshening up, she went downstairs and saw Chu Yelin in the kitchen. Lin Qian's apricot eyes sparkled; she wanted to ask him about her mother, but in the end, she didn't.
Because she knew he would never tell her.
"Awake? Did you sleep well last night?"
Chu Yelin pulled out a chair, looking at Lin Qian's faint blue circles under her eyes, and asked with a tease.