Putting down the letter, Sang Que sat there in a daze for a long time.
At this moment, her feelings were complex, and her impoverished language was simply inadequate to express them. But knowing that her biological mother has always loved her, her half-human, half-ghost icy body was slowly warming up.
Sang Que sniffed, smoothing the letter paper carefully, refolding it, placing it back into the envelope before her, and stared at it for a long time.
She opened her mouth, and after a while, said, "...Rest assured, I have already chosen to continue your work, and thank you for everything you have done for me."
Sang Que suddenly felt that she was the luckiest person in the world, having a biological mother who loved her, and an adoptive mother who loved her as well. Who else could be like her, having two mothers who love her?
Compared to these two selfless loves, other hardships are nothing at all.
Under the nourishment of love, Sang Que's heart was incredibly strong.
