that evening, song qincheng left the office with yu jing.
it was already time for school to end. yu jing went back to the classroom to get her school bag.
when they were going downstairs, song qincheng noticed a scratch on the left side of yu jing's neck. she stopped at the corner and reached out to touch it.
yu jing subconsciously shrank back in pain.
"you know it hurts now?"
yu jing acknowledged her mistake, then looked at song qincheng and asked, " "why did you say that your mother is dead in the office just now?"
song qincheng retracted her hand and said in a calm tone, " "because in my heart, she is indeed no different from being dead."
"that's true." " she hasn't come back to see you all these years, " yu jing mumbled. " "
"maybe she has a better daughter."
"but you can't do this."
