"Why?" She seemed very confused.
Mu Yiliang remained silent for a moment: "Just go, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today."
She seemed to understand: "Are you blaming me for not fulfilling my parental duties?"
"No." Mu Yiliang said stiffly, "I can't even be sure whether you are my mother or not, so why would I blame you."
"I never cared for that child," Mu Ning smiled and said, "but after seeing you, I suddenly felt that it would be nice if you were my daughter."
Mu Yiliang felt a slight bitterness in her heart. She looked at Mu Ning's still smooth face and recalled her youthful appearance in the photos, suddenly at a loss for words.
"I've been working hard all on my own since I left home, and sometimes it does get boring," she sighed softly, "Occasionally, I wonder if life would be more interesting if I had kept that child with me."
Mu Yiliang suddenly thought of something: "Is that why you got involved with Nie Qing?"
