"Mom, don't overthink it. Xinluo doesn't understand the relationship with us at all right now. Having grown up outside, she's sure to have some resentment towards family. We can't rush things!"
"I know..."
But knowing is one thing. Listening to Ye Xinluo's words, it's impossible for my heart not to ache.
After all, knowing and doing are two different things...
So many times, I wanted to tell her that over these years, not a day has gone by without thinking of her, always hoping to see her again. But now that that day has come, she holds a grudge against me...
A grudge for leaving her behind back then...
If they weren't at her daughter's house, Zhang Minyi might have wanted to have a good cry, but she still had to go inside to see Xinluo later, so she couldn't shed tears, absolutely couldn't...
Holding back the stinging sensation in her eyes, she stood up, turned her back to Ling Haoyu, and asked, "Is there a way to make her remember the past?"
