Qin Ruan patted her daughter Anuan's head, her face showing a worried expression.
Her red lips curved slightly, and in a soft voice, she said, "I've thought this through a long time ago. Having watched you all grow up, I have no regrets. The only thing I can't let go of is you, my sister who only knows how to get into trouble every other day."
This daughter of hers, both in looks and in her fearless nature, took after her—it was truly a headache.
Qin Ruan tilted her head and spoke to her two sons in a serious voice, "From now on, Anuan will be in the care of you two brothers. Don't spoil her too much, and if she makes mistakes, family punishment awaits."
"Mama!" Anuan, who had grown increasingly beautiful and exquisite, was now the spitting image of a young beauty, even more strikingly gorgeous than Qin Ruan had been in her day.
She complained with a full face, discontentedly shaking Qin Ruan's arm as a protest.
