She looked once more at Madam Wu and said calmly,
"Mother, did you ever consider the possibility that one day I might return?"
Madam Wu was stunned.
Just like the dreams she had had these past few days, she saw her daughter's frail figure and bright eyes.
And then she found herself unable to say a word.
Lingyi did not make any irrational moves either.
It was the same many years ago; her daughter was always the most sensible one—intelligent, independent, with a strong capacity to learn, skilled with her hands, and quick to pick up various tasks.
The neighbors all envied the Lu Family for having such a daughter.
By comparison, her son was unruly and naughty, showing little interest in his studies and often causing trouble.
But he had talent.
No one would want to cut off the affection they had nurtured for twelve years just because it lacked talent.
This would be exceedingly cruel for humanity as well.
