Xia Ruoxin smiled indifferently. Her lips were turned up, and it looked pretty—but fake. This was her mom, Shen Yijun—her mother, her biological mother. Was she so unwilling to see her happy, and must she force her until she was at the end of her wits?
Really, she was not angry; she was not furious. She just smiled, but still buried somewhere in her heart was an immense sorrow. She should be crying, shouldn't she? She should be shedding tears and mocking herself for how she had already lost motherly love, but in the end, she smiled tiredly and helplessly.
"Come here, Ruoxin." She heard the man call her name—not 'woman', not 'Xia Ruoxin', but 'Ruoxin'. This was the first time he said her name in front of other people. She glanced to the side, her lips quivering with a rare fragility. Just like a flower swaying continuously in the wind, she could fly away to an unknown place in the blink of an eye.
