When Madam Gu mentioned Jiho's mother, something inside her snapped. An intense, unwelcome anger surged through her, burning like a wildfire.
Jiho couldn't quite pinpoint why this particular reference had struck such a raw nerve, but the rising fury was unmistakable.
It was as if the mere mention of original owner's mother had dredged up a torrent of unresolved feelings and deep-seated frustration that she hadn't fully acknowledged before.
"Sigh," Jiho let out a frustrated breath, her fingers tangling through her hair in a gesture of agitation.
The memories were hazy, like trying to grasp water, but the fragments she could recall about Madam Li—the mother of the original Jiho—were enough to stir a deep ache in her chest.
Jiho didn't know Madam Li personally, had never met her, and yet, through those blurry, incomplete memories, she could piece together the essence of the woman who had been both mother and father to her.
