Gu Jiuyue finally saw her social media feed.
She posted rarely because every time it was too lively, or even noisy.
But today, she really wanted to express her feelings, and she was quite interested in everyone's replies.
When she opened it after a while, as expected, the first was a high-intensity comment from grandma.
Cheng LiHua: [The moon is indeed beautiful tonight, but my baby's fingers are even more beautiful!]
Hehe!
Gu Jiuyue chuckled, shaking her head, feeling it was no surprise.
Grandma could always find something to praise, seemingly loving to the extreme but actually very cautious.
She would never touch her real thoughts, just like her role in the family—the one who maintained appearances.
Grandma's love was genuine and profound, but what was the use?
It was nothing but glossing things over.
Gu Jiuyue's gaze shifted downward to the second post.
From her aunt.
