Even if she pretended to be strong with her words, she still couldn't let go of this mother.
"You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Your father is here, your three siblings are here, how could mom not come back," said Shu Jiao, and as she spoke, she heard a noise from the corner of the staircase and instinctively lifted her head.
She immediately locked eyes with Ruan Jiaojiao, who had just come down around the corner.
In the moment that their four eyes met—
Both of them froze.
Seeing the familiar small figure on the stairs, Shu Jiao's heart clenched in pain. Her eyes reddened completely, and tears streamed down her face. She let go of Ruan Jie, whom she had been holding, and took a step towards the stairs, but then she quickly stopped.
It was as if she was afraid to get any closer.
For Ruan Jiaojiao, the moment she saw Shu Jiao, her face was like a bomb exploding in her mind, and many images that she couldn't piece together suddenly became clear.
