As You Yiyi started crying, Qiao Chuchu's tears broke through the dam again.
She wasn't afraid of dying.
Truly, she wasn't afraid of dying.
But if she died, what would happen to her mother?
If she died, what would happen to Fu Ziqian?
In a few years, maybe Fu Ziqian would forget her, fall in love with another woman, and start a new life, but her mother wouldn't... her mother couldn't forget her, she was her mother's only daughter.
Fu Ziqian came to Qiao Chuchu's side, reaching out to touch her face.
Qiao Chuchu suddenly turned her head away, avoiding Fu Ziqian's hand.
Fu Ziqian's hand froze in mid-air.
"Don't touch me," Qiao Chuchu choked, her voice trembling.
"I'm not afraid," Fu Ziqian said.
