Mother Xu's heart shook heavily.
The gentle words of her eldest daughter were like a soft knife, slowly yet truly grinding against the softest part of her heart.
This unbearable pain left her no escape.
Unable to resist, she reached out to hug her daughter's shoulder.
Gu Shengyin felt the gentle tremble of this mother's body.
But it wasn't enough.
She curved her eyes, speaking softly yet cruelly: "Mom, I don't want to talk to her anymore, and I don't like her anymore."
She clearly sensed the other's body tremble violently for a moment, but she closed her eyes and didn't say another word.
When Mother Xu came out of her eldest daughter's room, her eyes were red.
She then went to her younger daughter's room.
Xu Zhiyao's room was messy, with clothes and shoes scattered on the bed and floor.
She had always been quite resistant to the decisions made by her parents and naturally unwilling to tidy up.
Mother Xu frowned at the scene.
