A few days later, just before the New Year, Qin Hanyue left quietly with Qin Xue.
Staring at the now somewhat empty home, Qin Li felt a pang of emptiness, followed by a self-deprecating smile. 'Looks like I'd actually gotten used to my current identity,' he thought. 'Since when did I, Qin Li, ever need someone else's care just to survive?'
Qin Hanyue's departure seemed sudden, but upon careful reflection, it made perfect sense.
A woman of immense talent had endured untold hardships to raise her child for thirteen years. Thirteen years! Not just a day or two. Moreover, Qin Hanyue had once been the Eldest Miss of the Qin Family, a woman of noble status. It was always others who served her; when had she ever had to serve anyone else?
Thirteen years had nearly ground a woman blessed by the heavens down into a common housewife!
Thankfully, Qin Li had finally risen, had finally matured!
