Xia Zhao just stood there listening to her acting pitifully in front of her godmother's grave. He was really helpless but he also felt bitter inside. One could imagine how much she missed this woman. But it was out of her control too. After all, this woman had a huge impact on Mu Chenyan's life.
"Your habit of complaining hasn't changed, eh?"
Mu Chenyan ignored his comment. Of course, her habit didn't change because she didn't want to change. Here she felt like she could talk about anything without any burden. She didn't have to be cautious here. She didn't have to be the responsible Mu Chenyan here. She was allowed to be just a little girl.
She didn't have so many things to say even when she went to her own parents's graves. But it was also understandable. Their bond with her wasn't as strong as her godmother's.
"Auntie must be super tired of listening to you."
