In this chaotic farmers' market, her shed felt surprisingly warm.

The cat didn't say anything.

The woman finished trimming the flower branches in her hands, looked up at the cat, and asked, "Would you like me to introduce you to the cat?"

The woman was speaking when she suddenly froze. She stared at the cat's face, and after two seconds, she suddenly stood up happily, took the cat's hand, and said, "Sweetie, you're back?"

The cat was also looking at the woman in front of it.

She was beautiful, it was such a rare sight. In a place like this, there was such a beautiful woman. A few strands of her hair fell down, which added to her gentleness and charm.

Her smile was bright, reflecting her exquisite features and presenting a beauty that blurred the boundaries of age.

She is Ziying, Jiu Xintian's biological mother.

Jiu Xintian has not returned to Beijing since she went there five years ago. In other words, Jiu Xintian has not seen her mother for five years, and of course, she will never see her again.

When the cat stood outside the iron gate, memories that weren't hers flooded back; she knew this place.

Jiu Xintian had lived here for eighteen years after all.

"Sweetie, are you cold? Come in quickly, it's snowing again, you're not wearing enough clothes." Ziying was very happy, and she pulled the cat into the shed.

There was a fireplace inside, so it was really warm. Plus, there were even more fresh flowers inside, like stepping into a delicate flower room.

Ziying let the cat sit on the chair, then poured a glass of water and added something to it.

"Drink some water to warm yourself up first, and Mom will cook for you in a bit," Ziying said.

The cat lowered its head and took a sip. It tasted very good... There were two or three dried roses, a little black tea, a few dried blueberries, and some pollen in the water.

Ziying lowered the outer curtain, and the inside truly became a warm flower room.

She steamed rice and washed vegetables.

Although the shed was small, it had everything she needed. From Jiu Xintian's memories, Maomao learned that for many years, she had eaten lunch here every day and would only go home with her mother in the evening.

Cat didn't stop Ziying from being busy. She was in a good mood and did things in an orderly manner. Most importantly, she was like a princess living in this flower shop, completely different from the other small vendors!

While skillfully chopping vegetables, Ziying asked, "Sweetie, why aren't you saying anything? Did something unpleasant happen at school? Did you get scolded by the teacher?"

"Hmm?" The cat looked at her and finally realized something was wrong—that strange feeling that had been there ever since she came in.

The cat asked, "Will I get scolded by the teacher?"

Ziying said with a smile, "Isn't that right? So you had a fight with your classmate? Why didn't you come back with Sisi today? You two, you had another fight, didn't you?"

After thinking carefully, the cat found the person named "Sisi" in those unfamiliar memories. She was Jiu Xintian's childhood friend, from the same neighborhood, and they had been classmates from elementary school to high school.

The cat looked at Ziying strangely and asked, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Ziying casually brushed the hair away from her face and said, "Mom forgot, you tell Mom."

The cat didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then do you know how old I am?"

Ziying looked at the cat reproachfully, "Of course your mother knows that! You're eighteen years old! You'll be taking the college entrance exam soon."

The cat fell silent.

Ziying skillfully cooked the dishes.

"Mom will make your favorite braised pork ribs."

"Don't feel pressured in your senior year of high school, Tiantian. Your happiness is the most important thing. Your grades are already very good."

"The coat Mom made for you is finished. Try it on in a bit."

Cat kept looking at Ziying, listening to her ramble on about many things.

It wasn't until Ziying placed all three dishes and rice on a small dining table, and even gave her two pieces of braised pork ribs, that things started to get interesting.

"Eat quickly," Ziying said.

The cat held the chopsticks but couldn't bring herself to eat them. She said, "I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry."

Ziying put down her chopsticks and asked worriedly, "Tiantian, you're acting strange today. What happened?"

Cat looked up, wanting to ask Ziying what had happened!

In Ziying's memory, Jiu Xintian is now eighteen years old? Still in her senior year of high school? Is she still going to and from school on time every day?

What about the five years she was gone? Where did that time go?

Just then, the curtain was roughly pulled open, and several men walked in, instantly shattering the original warmth of this exquisite little flower room.

The leader had his arm in a sling, seemingly broken, but he was very arrogant. He was holding an iron bar and suddenly smashed a flowerpot, saying to Ziying:

"Have you thought it through? Agree to be my woman, and I guarantee you'll live the high life. If you still don't agree, I'll tear this place down right now!"

The men behind him were also carrying iron bars, seemingly responding to his words, each of them arrogantly hoisting their iron bars onto their shoulders.

Ziying quickly picked up her phone.

But the man immediately snatched it away, shouting, "You want to call the police? No way!"

Ziying wasn't afraid. She simply told them calmly, "I told you, don't bother me. Get out of here right now, or you'll scare my daughter."

The man seemed to only just notice the cat, his eyes widening as he roared, "What? Where did you get a daughter? Do you think I don't know? You're not married at all! Don't give me that nonsense, you're coming with me today!"

As he spoke, the man pointed the iron rod at the cat and said fiercely, "This is none of your business. Get out of here right now! Do you hear me?"

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