She thought that perhaps it was because she hadn't lived with a family for so many years that she found it so hard to adapt.
How could there be no friction, no quarrels, when a family lived together? But once it was past, it was past. Remembering the kindness Feng Fanghua had shown her, Qin Mu let it go and unconsciously let out a light laugh before getting up and going upstairs.
Her long hair was gathered up before she went to bed, and as she looked at her precious daughter lying there, her whole heart warmed from cold to hot, soon enveloped in a warm cocoon.
It seemed as if, after wasting half a lifetime, the warmest thing at last was right in front of her, in her arms!
But who knew about the future?
Just like how Mu Qingxin still hadn't come home, would her daughter grow up to dislike her, even be unwilling to come home?
Qin Mu, thinking of the day they would have to part, couldn't help but lean gently against Huanhuan's shoulder, her heart full of reluctance.
