"It's okay, Yueyue, it's really late, let's sleep."
Yao Meishu stroked Lu Jiayue's hair, and shook her head as she spoke.
An ambiguous glint flashed through her eyes.
"Mom..."
"Alright, go to sleep."
Yao Meishu got up and walked out, her face changed for a moment as she turned around.
It was not indifference, but a mix of complex emotions.
Lu Jiayue watched Yao Meishu walk out, gripping the bedsheet tightly, her expression unreadable.
What did her mother mean?
Is effort not enough?
Is it about talent?
So, does Lu Qingyi have better talent than her?
They're born from the same parents, Yao Meishu never seriously interacted with Lu Qingyi, so how did she know that Lu Qingyi was talented?
She picked up her phone, replied to Lin Yiran's message, then turned off the screen, shut off the light, and tried to sleep.
Throughout the night, she stared at the ceiling with wide open eyes, completely unable to sleep.
