Even after enduring miserable days in the Qiao Family, even after the arrival of two strange women plunged her life into utter darkness, she never blamed her mother. She simply wished for her mother's well-being.
After a long period of hardship, her mother finally met the man she is with now, married him, gave birth to a son, opened a small shop that barely sustained their livelihood, and started living a normal life.
She really shouldn't disturb them anymore.
But as the only person in Qiao Xiguan's heart who could be relied upon for familial affection, the only one who could give her love, she believed she had a duty, at least to say hello. That would suffice.
She got back into the car and, through the window, watched the middle-aged woman standing among the crowd, seemingly still dazed.
"Back to the Qiao Family's place," Qiao Xiguan commanded coldly as she shifted her gaze.
The one who would endure in silence was the Qiao Xiguan of the past.
Now, there was no need.
