But how could the Old Madame Yuan bring herself to speak of the abandonment she had once committed?
She closed her eyes for a moment, forcibly stabilizing her emotions. When she opened them again, her mood had already improved significantly.
"Grandma, do you have anything on your mind? If you do, you can tell Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao might still be young and may not understand some things very well, but Jiaojiao can be a good listener."
Ruan Jiaojiao gently said this as she was feeding Old Madame Yuan.
"Jiaojiao, grandma never told you, but grandma once had a daughter," Old Madame Yuan suddenly said.
Ruan Jiaojiao's hand feeding the porridge paused for a moment, then she nodded and asked, "Is it the one in the ink painting hanging outside?"
"Yes, her name was Manman, Yuan Manman. She was just about your age, six years old, and particularly adorable," said Old Madame Yuan, seemingly lost in her memories.
