After so many years, Sang Lanruo's heart once again felt a pain that seemed to penetrate her bones.
It was even more painful than when she received the news of her husband's death in battle back in the day. Nineteen years of longing had finally led her to see the daughter she had thought of day and night, only to suddenly realize that to her daughter... she was merely a stranger.
'I'm used to handling my own matters myself.'
Mu Qingge's words echoed in Sang Lanruo's ears for a long time, piercing her heart like arrows. 'Is she blaming me for years of neglect and indifference? Is she telling me that she's no longer the child who used to cling to her mother?'
Sang Lanruo grabbed her collar tightly, her fingers faintly turning pale.
Her tightly bitten lips already had traces of blood, yet she was oblivious, only staring at Mu Qingge filled with guilt.
"There's no point in more words, Mu Luofeng, come out," Mu Qingge said to Mu Luofeng.
