C97 I Always Felt That Something Was Wrong

I sat obediently on the bed, while Xiao Yao's mother sat opposite me. She had long eyebrows. She carefully raised them, as gentle as the moon. Her straight nose, lips that were almost identical to Xiao Yao's, even her expression was the same. It was that kind of gentleness that gave people a sense of security.

I roughly know why Xiao Yao grew into such a gentle person. After all