She held Bai ning's shoulder tightly and was so anxious that tears were about to fall.
Bai ning raised her eyes slightly.
Her vision was a blur, and she could only vaguely make out the girl's silhouette.
"My daughter, is that you?"
Ning Yue's body stiffened. She knew that Bai ning was not willing to be her mother, so the 'daughter' she was referring to would not be her.
Bai ning held her head tightly again and said in pain, " "I remember that I should have a daughter, but I can't remember where she is. I can't remember her name either. I don't remember anything."
Ning Yue saw that even Bai ning was thinking about that ingrate in this situation, and the jealousy in her heart emerged.
She had been the one accompanying aunt ning for the past ten years. Why should she let others enjoy aunt ning's love?
Aunt ning, I can be your daughter too. I'll take care of you for the rest of my life.