Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

The girl who entered the ward was tall and slender. She wore a light blue fitted dress with a Peter Pan collar, which gave her a sweet and gentle look. Her long, straight black hair was half tied up and half hung down naturally. Her whole demeanor was fresh, pure, youthful, and gentle.

Grandma stared at her blankly, "You are..., you are..."

The old man's eyes were vacant as he turned to Song Xinya: "Ya Ya, who is she?"

Song Xinya held her hand and gently guided her, "Grandma, doesn't she look like Youyou?"

Grandma took another closer look at the girl at the door.

After a long pause, she shook her head: "It doesn't seem like it. She's not Youyou."

Song Xinya remained calm and asked in a gentle tone, "Grandma, why do you think she isn't Youyou?"

Grandma turned to look at the pillow in the quilt and said with a smile, "Because my little one is sleeping in the bed."

Song Tingye pointed anxiously at the pillow on the bed: "Grandma, it's not Youyou, it's just a pillow..."

"Xiao Ye!" Song Xinya turned to look at Song Tingye, her eyes warning, "If you don't want your tongue, I'll have your brother-in-law pull it out when we get back!"

Song Tingye shut up.

Grandma glared angrily at Song Tingye: "That Kumamon actually said the one lying on the bed isn't a baby! What an impolite bear!"

"Bad Bear!"

Song Tingye silently questioned the heavens.

Good heavens, he was clean and tidy, with fair skin that could practically glow, yet people said he looked like a big black bear!

Song Tingye was not convinced!

Indeed, the world of the mentally ill is different from that of normal people.

Ahem, I'm sorry, Grandma, I was wrong to say you were mentally ill, even though you really are.

Song Tingye muttered to herself for a while, then suddenly thought of a question and looked at her grandmother with shining eyes: "Grandma, do you remember what markings Youyou had?"

Grandma: "I remember, Youyou had a small, round black mole on her bottom."

Song Tingye looked at Song Tingyou excitedly: "Hurry up, take off your pants and show your bottom to Grandma."

Song Tingyou: "..."

Song Xinya: "..."

Song Tingye: "Oh, you're not wearing pants, you're wearing a skirt. Then lift up your skirt and let Grandma see."

A male psychiatrist was also standing in the room at that moment.

Although he wasn't talking about himself, the psychiatrist felt extremely embarrassed and adjusted his glasses with his fingers.

Song Tingyou was even more embarrassed, her face turning completely red.

Song Tingye, oblivious to everything, kept babbling, "Youyou, what are you doing? Quickly show Grandma the little black mole on your bottom."

Song Xinya glared at him coldly: "Song Tingye, are you out of your mind? Why don't you just show your ass to others in public?"

Song Tingye: "I'd be willing to show my butt to others in public, we men don't care about that."

Song Xinya rolled her eyes: "You're shameless and don't care about this. Any man with a shred of decency wouldn't expose his butt in public."

Song Tingye turned to the psychiatrist beside him and asked, "Bro, would you mind showing your butt in public?"

A psychiatrist said, "Any normal person would mind."

Song Tingye pondered his words for a moment: "Are you saying I'm abnormal?"

Psychiatrist: "I sincerely suggest you make an appointment with me, and I'll take a look at your brain."

Song Xinya: "Go, go now, doctor, please give my brother a good check-up on his brain."

Song Tingye: "I'm not watching!"

Song Xinya gave the psychiatrist a wink.

The psychiatrist dragged Song Tingye away, saying, "Listen to me, the expert, you really need to see a psychiatrist."

After Song Tingye left, the ward became quiet.

In fact, what Song Tingye said earlier made sense. The reason why Song Xinya had the doctor drag Song Tingye away was because she felt that the method Song Tingye had just mentioned was feasible.

Only Song Xinya, Song Tingyou, and her grandmother remained in the ward.

Song Tingyou closed the ward door, locked it, and walked to the bedside.

Grandma didn't look at her, but gazed lovingly at the pillow on the bed: "Youyou, my precious Youyou."

Song Xinya: "Grandma, lift the blanket and take a look. There are no little black moles on its bottom."

Grandma: "Ya Ya, why are you talking nonsense too? How could my Youyou not have a little black mole on her bottom?"

Song Xinya said softly to her grandmother, "Then please check it, Grandma."

Grandma smiled lovingly at Song Xinya: "Okay, Grandma will listen to you and check it out."

She carefully lifted the blanket, turned the pillow over, and peered under the pillow, looking at its "bottom".

The pillow is white; at first glance, it's all pure white.

Grandma's eyes were full of confusion: "Why doesn't Youyou have any little black moles on her bottom anymore?"

Song Xinya asked softly, "Grandma, is it possible that it's not your Youyou?"

Grandma's face was full of confusion, like a child who had encountered a difficult problem and couldn't figure it out. She kept staring at "Song Tingyou" on the bed.

"Isn't she my little one?"

"Isn't she my little one?"

"She's not my Youyou, so who is she?"

Song Xinya looked around, picked up another pillow that was placed to the side, and put it next to "Song Tingyou".

"Grandma, do they look alike?"

Grandma looked at this, then at that: "Why does Youyou look exactly like a pillow?"

Suddenly, Grandma's eyes cleared: "It's not a baby, it's a pillow!"

Song Xinya clapped her hands as if coaxing a child: "Wow, Grandma, you're so smart! You recognized that it wasn't Youyou."

Grandma covered her mouth and smiled.

Song Tingyou very cooperatively lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear down, revealing half of her snow-white buttocks.

Song Xinya: "Grandma, look, she has a small, round black mole on her bottom."

Grandma looked over and poked it with her finger: "Ah, it really is a little black mole."

Song Xinya: "Youyou has a small black mole on her butt, and she also has a small black mole on her butt, so who is she?"

Grandma: "So she's Youyou?"

Song Xinya: "Yes, Grandma, that's Youyou!"

Grandma looked at Song Tingyou, her eyes brightening.

This bright spot didn't last long; like a shooting star, it vanished in an instant.

Grandma waved her hand and said, "She's not my Youyou."

Song Tingyou's mouth was already open, and she was about to call out "Grandma" when she swallowed it back.

Faced with this situation, Song Xinya was neither discouraged nor anxious. Instead, she maintained a calm and stable demeanor and actively sought the reasons behind the situation.

"Grandma, why do you still think she's not Youyou?"

Grandma said, "Because my little one is only three years old, still a baby, while she's a big girl. How could she be my little one?"

Song Xinya understood. Her grandmother's understanding of Song Tingyou was stuck on the day Song Tingyou went missing. In her grandmother's world, Song Tingyou was still a beautiful little baby.

Song Tingyou looked at Song Xinya, feeling somewhat helpless.

How can this situation be resolved?