Even knowing that her mother was protecting the daughter who had died in her heart, she still felt a little sad.

The sensation wasn't very strong, but my heart felt uncomfortable, and for a moment, I even had some difficulty breathing.

There was a moment when she really wanted to reunite with her mother, but she couldn't.

If she were to rashly acknowledge the murderer before finding out, it would only put her mother in a desperate situation. She had already checked and found that her mother had heart disease and had been taking medication to maintain her condition for many years.

If she knew her daughter wasn't dead, she would definitely think that the twenty-year separation was her fault and would stop her brothers from looking for her.

This isn't a matter of probability; it's a certainty!

If a heart attack causes irreversible damage...

She dared not imagine the consequences; she couldn't bear them, and her mother couldn't bear them either.

She could only hold back; she couldn't selfishly disregard her safety just to gain her approval.

Finding the culprit can reduce the harm.

My mom has always taught my brothers to love their little sister. The way they spoil her is all thanks to my mom's teachings.

If her mother loves her in this way, she should love her a hundred times more.

Looking at his mother's cold face, Fu Xiuchen knew that the more he explained at this moment, the more unhappy his mother would become, and the worse it would be for Yao'er.

In order to ensure that Yao'er could return to the Fu family and be recognized by her ancestors smoothly, he suppressed the sadness in his heart and gently revealed a reassuring smile, as light as unpolished jade: "I'm sorry, Mom, it was my oversight."

She turned her face to the side, not wanting to say another word to him. What made her even more uncomfortable was that Tang Yaoyao was standing there, and she had a fragrance of osmanthus on her body. It was a very pleasant smell, but it made her feel a little suffocated.

Even a single glance made her feel intensely uncomfortable, and those eyes never looked at her again.

Tang Yaoyao stopped talking. Anyway, her mother would hate her whether she said anything or not, so she might as well not say anything.

She has an optimistic attitude; even if she upsets her mother today, she might be able to win her back a little bit of her favor tomorrow.

She was willing to slowly enter her mother's heart, so that her mother's affection for her would not be solely based on blood ties.

After Tang Yaoyao left, Qiao Yanzhi, who had been keeping a cold expression, finally couldn't help but tear up.

After making sure no one was in the library, she wasn't sure if Tang Yaoyao had touched it. To put her mind at ease, she took out a wet wipe she carried with her and vigorously wiped the doorknob.

With red eyes, she pushed open the door to the room. The faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the room made her heart ache even more.

After entering the room, she closed the door, looked up, and saw the portraits filling the room. Every breath she took felt painful.

He placed his hand inside a large picture frame, his thumb gently stroking the baby's cheek in the portrait.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault that others disturbed your peace and disrupted your cycle of reincarnation."

Her voice was both sorrowful and gentle, a quality she had never displayed in public.

She didn't trust anyone outside the Fu family; if the person entering the room had ill intentions, it would only disturb Grape's peace.

As she thought about it, her eyes reddened even more, but not a single tear fell. She ran her index finger along the faint eyebrows of the baby in the picture frame.

The movements were very gentle, as if it were truly a baby, not a portrait.

After losing the grapes, all she could think about was the grapes' cute, rosy little face.

The renowned painter Tao Junjie was invited to teach her painting; she became his last disciple.