"I know that if I usually ask you, you absolutely wouldn't answer." He felt justified in his interrogation, "Tell me, do you want to see your mom?"
"No." Her expression turned indifferent when the topic came up.
"Is it because you can't forgive her? Do you want me to take revenge for you?"
"There's no need."
"Why? Don't you hate her?"
Hate, I'm not sure.
When that woman left, in her hazy childhood memories, she remembers that tear-soaked face when she left. Grandma Shen had chased her mom away with a broom all the way to the village entrance, swearing viciously: If you dare to come back to see your daughter, I'll die with you!
That was the only time Grandma Shen swore with such venom in her life.
Since then, she knew she didn't need to take revenge on that woman, because her grandma had already done it for her. She could easily imagine that woman's conscience wouldn't allow her a moment of peace for the rest of her life.
"I love my grandma," Shen Jiayin said.
