Mother's painstaking efforts, Yun Jinnian understood them.
She tightened her grip on Mrs. Han's hand.
Over the years, she had felt hate and resentment and had been working hard to change, not wanting herself to end up as miserable and tragically dead as in her dreams, her child—from being lovely and lively to dull and slow.
Now the first step was complete.
Her parents had come back; she was a child who was loved. At least in the future, when facing matters of marriage, her parents would ask for her opinion, no longer would no one inquire if she was willing.
She would no longer shrink inside her shell, timid as a mouse.
Upon arriving at Niannian Garden,
Danxia and the others were already waiting at the door, each with reddened eyes.
Yun Jinnian looked at them indifferently, regardless of how much sincerity or pretense they had, because they would not stay by her side for long; sooner or later, she would send them away.
"We greet the lady, we greet the Fourth Miss!"
