If she hadn't manipulated Chi Yu's dreams, then even if she hadn't died, she would likely be spending her nights shedding tears.
Ci Xue's hands, clenched tight around her skirt hem, began to tremble slightly, "I can't face her..."
When she spoke again, her voice was filled with a trembling tone of guilt.
"If my mother knew not only that I was with my half-brother, Wen Zhuohang, but I also had his child. She would die of anger because of me. I don't want to disgrace her, nor do I want her to be gossiped about because of me...Even if I miss her desperately, I don't have the face to appear before her... She should consider me, her daughter, dead." As Chi Xue said these words, she could not help but tear up.
Chi Xingye handed her a tissue, "You're a parent now, you should be able to understand your mother's feelings. Even if her child is not good, he or she is still the apple of her eye."
Chi Xue took the tissue, her lips tightened again, she dropped her head, lost in thought.
