Lin Yan stood there quietly and thinly, not responding.
How could she understand being born but not raised, though Lin Yan didn't blame her.
Everyone has the right to choose happiness, and it's not necessary to submerge oneself in pain due to the ties to a child.
She quietly held the warm, soft clothes and went into the bathroom to change.
Through the door, she heard Li Fen's pained voice, "Baby, you know how happy and self-reproachful I was to see you today. Now that you're here in Hai City, give mom some time to atone for her sins. I'll make up for all the maternal love you've missed."
Lin Yan didn't respond; she didn't know what to say.
The clothes Li Fen had prepared fit well—the fleece-lined black leggings and the beige cardigan were soft and comfortable when put on.
Lin Yan loosely tied her hair into a ponytail and came out of the bathroom, "I'm going back now, I have to work tomorrow morning. Thank you for today."
