Indeed, the topic of marriage presses becomes common chatter around the end of the year.
Ye Xi was no exception.
Ye Xi laughed, not bothering to argue.
Wang Auntie meant well as she watched Youyou and said, "Ever since this child entered the room, your grandmother's eyes haven't left him. If he were her actual great-grandson, she would be delighted beyond words, don't you think?"
Ye Xi and her grandmother inadvertently exchanged glances.
Strangers might not know, but Grandma Ye knew all too well that Youyou was her own great-grandson. Naturally, she was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.
But it was also inevitably bittersweet.
Even Ye Xi herself, standing in front of the child, couldn't admit she was his mother, let alone her being the great-grandmother.
That pain of having your kin right in front of you yet unable to acknowledge each other was truly indescribable.
