Snow night, quiet confession!

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"Do you want to know who your daughter is?" Longyaochen's thin lips raised a curvature if there was something like nothing, looking at Xia Yimo's blank eyes, only listening to his faint words: "They said you are not Yan Zhanpeng's daughter, don't you?" You never doubted... You are not Xia Zhihang's daughter, eh?"

Xia Yimo listened, immediately stared at Longyaochen, looking straight at him, waiting for him to continue talking.

"Foam," Longyaochen's long fingers twisted Xia Yimo's hair around his fingertips. "You are not Xia Zhihang's daughter!"

When Longyaochen's words fell, Xia Yimo's eyes stared at him. She was just shocked for a moment, then...