Dong Xin Yan didn't want to cry, but her nose filled with an endless sourness, her eyes stung and swelled, mist rising before her eyes, blurring her vision. She watched Lady Wei's slowly receding figure, and time seemed to instantly return to that night. She dragged her luggage, leaving resolutely. She ran up, grabbing her hand, shouting "Mom, don't go," but she forcefully shook her off. She fell to the ground, without even a glance, she strode away.
Dong Xin Yan clenched her hands tightly, her hands trembling violently, her fingertips almost pale.
As a child, she couldn't stop her from leaving, but now she's grown up. At least she can know why. Didn't she want her dad, didn't she want her?
"Lady Wei."
Dong Xin Yan's voice, as she spoke, was unconsciously trembling. She still gritted her teeth, trying hard to stay calm.
"Can I ask you a question?"
