Very quickly, Yan Ye's lips curled into a charming smile.
"Yingying, dreams and reality are opposites. Our daughter looks so much like you—how could she not be our child?" After soothing her, Yan Ye placed their daughter into her arms. "Look at her. Doesn't she look just like you?"
Lian Xinying was not entirely lucid at the moment.
Yan Ye's words took a few seconds before they registered in her mind.
Once she'd processed what Yan Ye said, she felt a bit annoyed.
How could she take what happened in a dream seriously?
Why did she say such things to Yan Ye?
"Mm-hmm, she's my daughter." Nervously, Lian Xinying examined Xixi again and hesitantly added, "She's ours."
