Shen Qinglan's eyes suddenly warmed up.
In her past life, she lived for twenty-eight years, and from the moment she could remember, she never shed a single tear, not even in the hardest times.
She couldn't remember the last time she cried; it seemed so long ago that she even doubted she possessed tear glands.
Turns out, she wasn't unable to cry, she just didn't have anyone who made her feel like crying.
In her previous life, she had no friends, no family; the only things accompanying her were blood and darkness.
She wasn't born cold-blooded, it was merely because no one had warmed her blood.
Hearing her sniffling, Dong Yao thought she had caught a cold and quickly pulled her into the kitchen, saying, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Shen Qinglan shook her head, then hung her head, remaining silent for a long time.
After a while, she raised her head and said, "Mother, I'm fine."
