Upon uttering those words, seeing Beitang Chuxin's pupils suddenly contract, Ming Mei felt a sense of satisfaction. But at the same time, a hint of melancholy overwhelmed her.
A woman who can't be a mother, for women of their youthful age, can not be completely understood.
But... after a few more years, having experienced more people and incidents, they would realize how painful it is, especially when they see the children of other families calling for their mothers.
However, Ming Mei had no sympathy for Beitang Chuxin.
Why should she sympathize with this woman?
The scars on her head, her old wounds, all brought about by this woman.
If not for her luck, Ming Mei would not even be sitting in front of Beitang Chuxin now!
After a while, Beitang Chuxin finally mustered her voice to ask: "What did you say? Say it again to me."
