As the saying goes, a mother worries as a son journeys. No matter how old a person gets, they would always be a child to their mother.
"You are so good to your son, Aunty," said Yan Huan with a tinge of envy. If her mother was still alive, she wouldn't have been bullied so badly. Didn't the Su Family bully her because she didn't have parents?
Wasn't that why Su Muran's mother treated her like an animal, and why Su Muran's father threw her into the river?
"Ho…" chuckled the old woman. "Of course! Children are debtors from your previous life, so I ought to treat him well. I'm sure your mother is the same."
Yan Huan smiled and said nothing, but her eyes were filled with sadness accumulated for two lifetimes. Her mother wasn't around anymore. She remembered her name and looks, but kept no photographs of her at her request. Perhaps her mother didn't want the photographs to bring back sad memories.
