If the daughter throws a tantrum and vents her grievances, the mother will feel better.

But she just hummed and didn't say anything, just kept crying, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.

Her eyes were red from crying, she felt uncomfortable and her cheeks were red, and her eyes were staring at her mother.

Which mother can bear this? She can’t think of anything at this moment.

Yuer pushed away the hand beside her, took a quick step forward and hugged her precious daughter who was crying uncontrollably.

Calling you my darling.

"Don't cry, my dear. You are my baby. From childhood to adulthood, I have never let you suffer even the slightest injustice."

"We Qingxue are not afraid, even if the sky falls, your mother will hold it up for you."

Mrs. Hao looked at the young lady and the little lady who were hugging each other and crying.

The hatred towards the master and the eldest lady in my heart deepened invisibly.

She used her handkerchief to wipe away the tears that had slipped down her eyes and cleared her muffled throat.

Then he waved his hand to signal the maid in the room who was lowering her head to leave quickly and not to disturb the mother and daughter's private conversation.

When Qingxue started crying, tears started flowing out, and she cried for more than a quarter of an hour before she barely stopped.

After all, she is a grown-up girl and knows when to be shy. She has been feeling shy and embarrassed since she came out of her mother's arms.

He turned his face away, facing away from everyone, and wiped his red eyes with the handkerchief at hand.

After tidying up his appearance, he turned around and looked at his mother who was sitting beside him and smiling at him.

The corners of my mother's eyes are bright red, like two inexplicably blurred smudges of red, which make the upturned corners of her eyes look particularly beautiful.

Only then did Qingxue realize that her mother had a pair of beautiful eyes, the beauty of which could not be described in words.

It sparkles with waves, carrying a pool of clear water and gentle affection.

Being looked at by these eyes made Qingxue feel intoxicated and confused. From childhood to adulthood, Qingxue had never known that her mother, who was not very impressive in appearance, could be so beautiful.

After watching for a long time, the little girl came back to her senses and lowered her head to apologize to her mother in a muffled voice.

"Qingxue made her mother sad. It's all her fault."