The lady at the door was in a flamboyant yet elegant red dress and had her silky black hair up in a top bun.
Age did not show on her. She looked to be thirty even though she was past fifty years of age. Apart from her accent of maturity, she shared the same delicate features as Si Zhengting.
She was a view to behold.
But Zhuang Nainai held her breath the moment she saw that figure.
Her hands were clenched in tight fists, and her body started to tremble uncontrollably.
That was her, Ding Mengya. Si Zhengting's mother. Zhuang Nainai's nightmare.
Zhuang Nainai stood fixed to the spot and felt as if time had been frozen right at that moment.
She looked up to look right into the other party's eyes, a glint of anger, hatred, and sadness reflecting in her own.
She hated her. But… she was the mother of her loved one.
Zhuang Nainai did not know how to face her.
