"Hey, I don't mean that."
Ye Linlang's heart was pounding hard and warmth invaded her neck.
Ye Tianxin sewed the last stitch of her embroidery and cut away the remaining thread with a pair of small scissors.
"Tianxin."
Ye Linlang looked at Ye Tianxin's embroidery and touched the corner of the motif.
"You're much better than me in everything. Your embroidery is so good. I am so happy and comforted to have a daughter like you. Sometimes when I look at you, I feel very guilty. I feel like I owe you too much."
Ye Tianxin's lips curled into a smile, her eyes twinkling as she tried to cheer her mother up.
"Mom, you don't owe me anything. This is all fated."
Whenever Ye Linlang saw how hard Ye Tianxin was pushing herself, she felt like she was an incompetent mother. Her daughter was always so mature and understanding.
"I wish for you to be happy. So this time, please listen to me. Take good care of your body."