Yin Molili tried hard to control herself for a long time before she managed not to say something even harsher.
"Jiayi, that's enough! From now on, don't concern yourself with Mo Xue's matters anymore. If you feel bored, find something else to do." Yin Lizhe had just returned home when he heard the mother and son were once again unhappy about Yin Moxue.
"Husband, I know. But I still can't help worrying! Mo Xue, after all, was raised by my side. I've loved her for so many years, and knowing she's not my biological daughter hurts me the most. Why can't you understand me!"
Zhou Jiayi wasn't truly unaware of right and wrong; it's just that, having cared for a daughter for over twenty years, and suddenly knowing she's not your own, it brings such a sense of imbalance.
It's as if a part of her heart has emptied.
For so many years, a large part of her time was spent on Yin Moxue.
Only a small part was spent on Yin Molili and Yin Moyu, the two brothers.
