Gu Xiaobei's worries were not without reason. Gu Weimin and his wife were like two thunderstorms, always posing the risk of a storm at any moment, and she was often caught up in the middle of it. The bond of being her birth parents, blood ties, could not be denied just because she didn't want to recognize it. Regardless of the accusations of being cold-blooded and heartless, she felt resentment in her heart.
Gu Xiaobei was feeling a bit stifled. Indeed, life couldn't always be full of smooth sailing.
Seeing Gu Xiaobei sighing and worrying, Lu Zhanguo patted her on the back and said, "If you keep worrying like this, won't you just end up playing into the hands of others? Don't mind these things, just focus on doing what we should be doing."
Gu Xiaobei sighed again. That was the only option now, what could be done otherwise?
It was March before they knew it. In the northwest, it was only in March that the treetops began to turn green.
