Her gaze was so complex.
There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
Xia Yangyang was frightened by such a look.
Xia Yangyang sat up straight, "How long have I slept?"
Gu Mingzhu casually wiped away her tears, "Two hours."
Xia Yangyang made a sound of acknowledgment.
Gu Mingzhu turned away, not looking at Xia Yangyang.
But Xia Yangyang still asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Gu Mingzhu was silent for a while before she said, "It's nothing, just that every time I look at you, I cannot help but think of your mother."
Mention of her mother stirred a complex mix of feelings in Xia Yangyang's heart.
Xia Yangyang said, "Sister, can you tell me about my mother's past?"
Xia Yangyang felt that her mother was like a mystery.
All she knew was the gentle and loving mother.
But Xia Yangyang had never known that there could be so many stories linked with her.
For many years, she had harbored hatred for Gu Mingzhu.
From a bone-deep loathing to the guilt of misunderstanding.
