Relief flooded my chest. I smiled and burrowed myself in my mother's bosom again. She kissed the crown of my head.

"Mother, you're not angry or upset with us, are you?" I asked her.

"It's not a common thing indeed, but our culture believes if two women take each other as a spouse, it is because they were fated lovers from their past lives, and no one shall interrupt the harmony of their union."

I looked at her in gratitude. It meant so much that she accepted it wholeheartedly.

"Now, I know why my father is still in love with you. He never wishes to marry another woman," I murmured....