Seeing that mother seemed to have something to ask, Lin Yuan indeed felt a bit guilty. Isn't there a saying that goes "No one knows a daughter better than her mother"? In fact, she had been intentionally avoiding Lady Liu these past few days. Lin Jiaxin, being a grown man, failed to notice the changes in his daughter, but a birth mother could see them, of course.
"Da Ya, you, are you keeping something from mother?" Lady Liu touched her daughter's somewhat rough hands. She had always doted on her daughter and never let her do any manual labor. But over the past six months, ah, her hands had become rough from working. How would she marry in the future?
Lin Yuan now truly felt uneasy: "Mother, why did you suddenly ask this?" Could she have seen that she was no longer the Lin Yuan she used to be?
