"Girl, she's my aunt, your mother."
Mi Shen felt as if struck by lightning, freezing in place, unable to move for a long time.
"Shenshen..." Jiang Min, seeing her reaction, felt as though her heart was shattering, she could hardly cry out, her voice sounded as if it was being squeezed from her throat, "Shenshen, I really am your mother..."
"..." Mi Shen's face went pale, but she stepped back again and again, "No... No, it's impossible, you're lying to me."
Jiang Min's heart was torn apart; that accident ten years ago took away the people she cherished most and the person she loved most. For the past decade, she might as well have been living in hell, enduring the dual torments of illness and emotional trauma. She thought she had suffered enough. But at this moment, Mi Shen's reaction was truly the hardest blow.
Mi Shen stared at the unfamiliar face, her mind a tangled mess.
