"Qiaoqiao, how have you been all these years?"
Upon seeing her daughter up close, Nalan Minrui appeared quite emotional, and the maternal affection in her eyes could not be concealed.
Glancing at her indifferently, Lian Qiao forcefully suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, "I've been quite well. Go ahead, I'm listening!"
"Back then, your father and I were very much in love..."
"I know that. Get to the point!"
Her eyes instantly reddened, and Nalan Minrui gently pulled out a tissue to wipe away the tears welling up at the corner of her eyes, "I know you blame Mom for leaving you behind, but some things aren't as simple as you think..."
Frowning, Lian Qiao looked at her frail mother, and her heart softened again.
In her memory, she was very much like her resilient father in character, while her mother had always been extremely gentle. Back then, her father would always protect her mother like a hen guarding her chicks.
