As soon as Mu Qianshui gave her answer, Ning Zitong burst into tears like a torrential downpour!
"You an Yuan is really still alive! Yuan is really still alive! My little princess is alive!"
Ning Zitong clutched Mu Qianshui’s hand tightly in excitent, tears streaming down.
"Qianshui, quickly tell Mom, where exactly is your sister now! Where is she!"
Her face was awash with tears, her expression tense and desperate as she pressed for answers.
Mu Qianshui watched, inner turmoil striking a chord within her. She forcefully pulled her hand back and looked at Ning Zitong with a cold sneer.
"In your hearts, I’ve never been able to compare to Mu Qianyuan."
"Qianshui..."
"She died when she was six years old, spending at most six years with you!"
Fury burned in Mu Qianshui’s eyes as she gritted her teeth and bit her lip hard.
"And ? You adopted from the orphanage and raised for twenty-three full years! All these years we’ve lived under the sa roof, eating and sleeping together, and yet I still can’t compare to the six years you had with Mu Qianyuan!"
She shouted in anger.
Her eyes welled up with dampness, carrying with it traces of envy and resentnt.
"Qianshui! Yuan is my biological daughter! She’s my flesh and blood!"
Ning Zitong cried, her eyes blurred with tears.
"Even if I only shared a day with her, an hour, or even just a single mont! She’s still the one and only cherished piece of my heart in this lifeti!"
The one and only, cherished piece of my heart.
"Hmph."
Mu Qianshui snorted coldly again, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... hiss!"
The exaggerated expression on her face caused a sharp pain.
Ning Zitong stared at her, montarily stunned.
"Qianshui, please, tell Mom quickly where your sister, Qianyuan, is now. No matter what, we are still family!"
"From childhood to adulthood, your father, Shaoqian, and I have always showered you with love and never treated you unfairly. Even if you’re not my biological daughter, Mom has treated you equally!"
Seeing Mu Qianshui remain indifferent, completely detached, Ning Zitong could only repeatedly plead.
"Even if they claim—that you stood idly by and watched Yuan’s death without doing anything ridiculous—I believe you. You would never have done such a thing!"
"Qianshui, whatever happened in the past, Mom won’t hold it against you. Just tell now where your sister, Qianyuan, is, and I promise you’ll still be the Mu family’s young lady and will forever remain my daughter!"
Listening to every word Ning Zitong spoke, Mu Qianshui seed oblivious as if her ears were deaf.
After a long pause, she finally lifted her deeply poignant gaze.
"Do you really believe ?"
"Mom believes you!"
Ning Zitong answered without hesitation, reaching out to hold Mu Qianshui’s hand.
"Mom also promises to find the best doctors to treat your face!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qianshui seed a bit moved; her stare softened and lacked the hostility it carried earlier.
"Mom, you may well be the only one left who truly believes in now."
"Qianshui..."
"It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you about sister earlier, but I hadn’t thoroughly investigated everything. So I didn’t dare to speak recklessly, afraid of giving you and Dad false hope."
Mu Qianshui sensibly explained.
Ning Zitong nodded, tears falling again.
"Mom knew you were doing this for us. Then, what—what about Yuan? Where is Yuan now?"
"Sister isn’t dead."
Mu Qianshui decisively spat out four words.
Ning Zitong, upon hearing this, froze as if she had been struck, her expression indescribable at that mont.
Mu Qianshui glanced coldly at Ning Zitong.
"Not only is Sister alive, but she’s doing perfectly fine. Right now, she’s in Ancheng."
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