"You, you..."
Even though she knew the person behind her was her birth mother, Gu Qianqian just couldn't call out 'Mom'.
Moreover, what puzzled her the most was that although her mother held her so tightly, she felt no warmth at all.
Originally, it shouldn't have been this way...
After all, back in Jing City, just seeing her mother's cello would make her feel close, but now, even with her mother holding her, she felt nothing.
At that moment, a vast wave of sorrow surged in Gu Qianqian's heart.
She didn't want to feel this way, but the truth repeatedly proved to her that during these 23 years her mother was not by her side, there really was no bond between them.
She didn't want to harbor such thoughts, but ultimately...
"Could you, could you please let go of me?"
Sensing her daughter's resistance, Ye Qiluo looked hurt: "Daughter, don't you like Mommy?"
"It's not that, I just feel like when you're holding me like this, it's hard for us to talk."
