Two months later.
Ou Manhui's manor.
Just three days left and the two-month deadline would be reached.
Sheng Qianxia once thought she didn't need a mother, but the longer she stayed here, the more difficult it became for her to decide...
Especially when she had just given birth to Gong Can, Ou Manhui, fearing she wouldn't rest well, would take care of Gong Can every night.
The confinement foods she ate every day were all personally prepared by Ou Manhui.
The flavors in the food faintly carried the taste of her childhood...
From her initial resistance to now, she no longer knew what she felt towards Ou Manhui.
To say she hated her, it seemed she did not.
To say she had forgiven her, yet she couldn't seem to forget the hurt from the past...
Having lived in the manor for a while, Sheng Qianxia had gradually become familiar with the place.
Sheng Qianxia rocked the cradle, lulling Gong Can to sleep.
Gong Can was very handsome.
