Yin Huixin, amidst the accompanying personnel, would occasionally steal glances at Bian Weiyin or Shi Chun. Although the storm of shock and anger in her heart had not subsided, the repeated urge to confront Bian Weiyin or Shi Chun and expose them was suppressed.
For she could see that Bian Weiyin was genuinely happy, genuinely fond of the situation.
At this juncture, since it had already happened, whether right or wrong, she respected Bian Weiyin's own choice,
After all, Bian Weiyin was no longer a child, nor was she a naïve lady from a sheltered upbringing; she had once governed Lankang City and had her own way of judging right from wrong. As a mother, she had no choice but to pretend to be unaware.
There was no helping it. Here on Wukang Mountain, although she was an elder, she couldn't change anything. Once exposed, matters would no longer be within her or her daughter's control.
