Lu Qiqi had always known that Lu Yao had a unique talent for embroidery, but she would only let Lu Yao treat this talent as a hobby and would never let her spend too much time on it.

The reason was simple: the embroidery was too hard on the eyes, and Lu Qiqi was afraid that Lu Yao's eyesight would deteriorate at such a young age.

Fortunately, Lu Yao only wanted to make some small things for her family, so Lu Qiqi didn't stop her and let her do it.

“Yes, I didn’t expect A Yao’s embroidery skills to be so amazing. When I asked her who her teacher was, she wouldn’t say.” Madam Zeng looked at Lu Yao with admiration.

Lu Yao just lowered her head and didn't say anything. Lu Qiqi knew that Lu Yao was thinking about her mother, Chen Shi.

So Lu Qiqi said, "Aunt Zeng, Ayao's embroidery skills were taught by my mother."

Zeng knew that the two sisters, Lu Qiqi and Lu Yao, had followed Lu Dahai's family to the old soldier's village when they fled.

She had never met the two sisters' mother, but she could guess what had happened.

If the sisters' mother were still alive, she would never be willing to leave her lovely daughters.

No matter how eloquent Zeng was, in this situation, he could only laugh awkwardly and say, "It's my fault, it's my fault for asking such a question."

Lu Qiqi shook her head and said calmly, "It's none of your business. Although my mother died young, she was very good to my sister and me."

"As long as we are alive and have memories, she will live on in the hearts of the two sisters."

Lu Yao looked up at Lu Qiqi. She knew that her sister was saying these words to her, to her alone.

Yes! As long as you never forget your mother, she will always be by your side.

After Lu Yao understood, the tears that were about to fall gradually disappeared, turning into a relieved smile.