Zhang Yurong, who was sprawled on the bed crying, stopped as she heard Madam Yue's voice. She lifted her head towards the doorway.
She squinted her swollen, red eyes and felt even more wronged when she heard her mother's tender voice again.
With a creak, the room's door opened from inside, revealing a woman with disheveled hair and tear-streaked face to Madam Yue.
This unexpected sight startled Madam Yue, making her instinctively step back half a step.
"Mother~"
"Ah..." Madam Yue responded nervously. She had to admit that she was frightened by her own daughter's disheveled appearance, whose face was adorned with tear-streaks, resembling a ghostly woman.
Upon seeing Madam Yue, Zhang Yurong directly threw herself into her arms.
"Mother~ Mother..."
Hearing the word 'mother' repeatedly, Madam Yue's eyes began to moisten. She quickly said, "Good girl, don't cry, let's talk inside."
