Shen Ruoxi stood at the door, watching Zhao Yiru's cold face, her eyes filled with disappointment. Shen Ruoxi's lips quivered, although she had much to say about her suffering, she remained silent.
"Mom, I'm really not what you think I am..." She was also a victim, but why couldn't even the person closest to her in the world understand? Dragging her numb, painful ankle, Shen Ruoxi cast Zhao Yiru a deep look.
"Mom, take good care of yourself, I'm going to go..." She hesitated, but Zhao Yiru, too angry to care, didn't listen. How could she forgive her once obedient daughter who had become the third party, a home wrecker?
"If you want to leave, then go. If you go back to that man again, I will no longer acknowledge you as my daughter!" Zhao Yiru said, clutching her heart with one hand, her face pale.
"Mom..." Shen Ruoxi watched Zhao Yiru's pained and angry expression, her heart wrenched with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.
