That was Mo Shu as a child.
At that time, she was four years old.
Written on the back of the photo were the words:
'My dear little Princess, Mom was really fortunate to have you.
What state are you in now? Are you in university, pursuing graduate studies, or a doctorate, studying abroad, or have you already gotten married and had children?
I really regret that Mom can't be there with you to finish the rest of your life and see for myself what kind of brilliant life you're leading. My little Princess must be absolutely dazzling, absolutely beautiful, right?
Please don't blame Mom. Mom was once a child, too. Mom wants to be wilful just this once.
I hope that one day in the future, we can meet again.
Loving you, Mom—Sha Ling.'
After reading this passage, Mo Shu's gaze lingered on the penultimate sentence.
I hope that one day in the future, we can meet again.
Could it be that Sha Ling wasn't dead?
Mo Shu was startled by her own thought.
But it just couldn't be possible.
