Tears filled Nan Xi's eyes as she remembered how her mother used to bring them treats, tell them stories, and help them with their homework every time she returned.
Even though her mother later treated her poorly, she told herself it was because of Bai Zhi, but now she was no longer sure.
Nan Xi felt deeply hurt, yet Bai Zhi had grown accustomed to it.
As for Ye Xiu, one couldn't have expectations, for without expectations there would naturally be no disappointment, and without disappointment, there would be no sadness.
"What are you trying to say?"
Ye Xiu furrowed her brows, looking at Nan Xi displeasedly, thinking it was too much to interrupt her lecture just to say this.
"Mom, do you know that I am your daughter, not Bai Zhi?
You and grandfather loved and doted on the wrong person, I am your daughter!"
Nan Xi screamed heart-wrenchingly, feeling painfully stabbed each time she saw them treat Bai Zhi well, especially especially painfully.
