Hua Shiyu held a teacup, her mind swirling with countless thoughts.
Zheng Wenhua sat opposite her, holding an old photograph that had yellowed with age, showing a tiny baby...
"This is you when you were little, look, how adorable..."
The baby's appearance was almost identical to Tianxin's.
Unfortunately, faced with Zheng Wenhua's overwhelming emotions at this moment,
Hua Shiyu did not feel much.
Clearly, with Zheng Wenhua's wealthy and powerful family background, raising a little girl would have been no problem at all.
Yet, she had still abandoned her.
She felt very resistant in her heart...
As a mother herself, even if she had only one bite to eat, she would save it for Tianxin.
And the woman in front of her was certainly not the same type of person.
"Shiyu, look, when I gave birth to you, it was at Compassion Hospital... There was a heavy snowfall that day, I..."
Zheng Wenhua reminisced about the past, which was her only shared experience with her daughter.
