"I can't hide anything from Mother." Thinking of Song Jingchen, Little Jiajia chuckled foolishly. "He's very good-looking, but he always likes to pull a long face. He keeps saying that this is against the rules and that it's inappropriate. I asked him to help me do my homework, but he lectured me and even forced me to practice my calligraphy."
"Then why do you still like him?"
"He's good-looking."
Ji Luo held her forehead. Back then, she saved Xuanyuan Ce because he was good-looking.
"Mother, do you believe in past and present lives?"
"Past and present lives?" A complicated look flashed across Ji Luo's eyes. She tightened her grip on Little Jiajia. "Perhaps."
"The first time I saw him, I felt that he must be my future husband. So, Mother, you and Father will give birth to another brother or sister for me. Even if I marry far away, you won't be reluctant to let me go."
