"What do you cherish?" Jian Yufei asked with a smile.
"I don't cherish anything!"
"But what if I cherish something?"
Ansel's eyelashes fluttered.
Jian Yufei said tenderly with a smile, "Whether or not you are my child, I really like you. If the paternity test proves that you are my child, I will be a good mother. If not, then let me be your mother too."
Ansel turned his head and looked at her in astonishment, a hint of discomfort on his little face.
Jian Yufei suddenly picked him up, which startled him to grab her arm, his body stiffening.
"It's alright, don't be sad, we need to go back, your hand wound needs to be treated." Jian Yufei hugged him tightly, her smile bright.
Ever since Ansel could remember, no one had ever held him.
So he was very uncomfortable with Jian Yufei holding him like this.
"Put me down, I can walk!" He struggled with his face flushed. Although he was also embarrassed, there was no hostility this time.
