Because she had no choice, she couldn't die. If she died, who would take care of her daughter? She couldn't leave Xia Lian all alone in the world.

"You bring your mother food almost every day?"

"Hmm... because the food at the hospital is very expensive..." Xia Lian said haltingly, recalling the nights in the past when there would always be a little girl holding a lunchbox on a certain street.

"Your mother feels sorry for you, right?"

"Um."

Every time, her mother would let Xia Lian eat first, and then she would just eat a few bites herself.

Hearing this, Wen Mo didn't ask any further questions, but simply put his hands behind his head.

"I thought you would stay silent about your mother, but you remember everything about her perfectly."

“No…” Xia Lian shook her head.

"So you're just forcing yourself to live with guilt? To process the guilt you feel towards your mother, right?"

"I'm not, I..." She stammered, biting her lip lightly. Xia Lian turned her face away, not daring to look at Wen Mo again.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you what happened to you before, but you wouldn't tell me. Now I understand, there was this reason." Wen Mo twisted his sore neck and spoke his true feelings.

"You still think your mother loves you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't remember her so clearly, and you've never been so calm when you were speaking just now."

Wen Mo spoke slowly, each word peeling away the layer of cocoon in Xia Lian's heart, the reason she lived on with guilt.

Xia Lian also stood still, her head down, her expression unreadable.

My body was trembling slightly.

"I……"

After a long while, she uttered a single word, and then said nothing more.

As if something had been touched on, Xia Lian just stared blankly without any reaction.

Seeing this, Wenmo reached out and stroked her cheek as usual.

“Listen, your mother never hated you; on the contrary, she loved you very much…”

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "slap" was heard, and Wen Mo's hand was slapped away.

You're lying!