Su Qinglan finally stepped out of the small tree house, her hands still trembling faintly from everything she had just learned.
A different mother… a hidden sister… a buried truth that refused to stop ringing in her head.
She had thought the shock would follow her all the way home, but the moment she walked down the wooden steps with Han Jue beside her, something else took over her entire brain.
Yes… food, especially her white flour. And most importantly, aside from the earlier shock, she really didn't want to burden herself at all with this matter.
Neither did she have any wish to find her real mother. Yes, she felt a little bit of connection to this female, but not to the point she would become careless with her life and revolve only around her.
Because for her, now her babies and her dear husbands were more important. Wherever they were… was her real home.
