Perhaps it was the sorrow overwhelming her, or maybe it was because the topic of her mother had come up, Ji Yuqiao suddenly felt like pouring out her feelings.
"Even though my mom passed away early, I did meet someone who was as gentle as my mother," Ji Yuqiao said.
When she was seven or eight years old, because they didn't feel at ease leaving her alone, Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu would always take turns picking her up from school.
But for some reason, neither of them came that day.
As the school gradually emptied out, Ji Yuqiao stood at the school gates, beginning to panic.
She started to find her own way home.
Until the sky turned darker, she found herself crying in a deserted alley.
She cried with a heartbreaking intensity, her sobs echoing through the alley.
"Isn't that our Lanyue, why are you crying so sadly?" a hoarse yet somewhat kind voice asked.
An old woman with silvery white hair and a hunched figure walked toward her, supporting herself with a cane.
