Zhou Fangchun was stunned, her whole body turning ice-cold.

This is Mao Xia. Mao Xia is wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes, with a cigarette between her fingers. Unlike Zhou Chuyu, every cell in Mao Xia's body is screaming that she is not doing well and is not happy.

Zhou Fangchun choked up as she saw her daughter's photo after many years.

My daughter is not radiant, she has no happy family, she is not married and has no children. She became a prostitute. She is no longer the beautiful young woman she once was, and has become a prostitute covered in the stench of the world!

Zhou Fangchun cried uncontrollably, "Why? How could this happen! My Maoxia, she should have had a bright future! I cheated people out of money so she could have a good life. I wanted my Maoxia to start over, to have more confidence, to stand tall and proud, without having to look down on anyone! But why did this happen? Why did she become a prostitute?"

Chu Yu remained calm, as if she were discussing something trivial:

“I told you long ago that Zhou Jian’an set up a scheme to swindle all of Mao Xia’s money from a man. When Mao Xia had no money, she went to work as a prostitute in a brothel. Later, she joined in a honey trap to swindle money from perverts. After the scheme was exposed, she was hunted down and came to the mainland to try to kidnap Zhou Jian’an. In the end, she took the money and fled back to Hong Kong.”

Zhou Fangchun was stunned. Chu Yu's words were too detailed to be fabricated.

So, Mao Xia took the money from Zhou Jian'an, she should be living a good life, right?

"Don't have any expectations. Your daughter didn't start a new life after returning to Hong Kong. She has a boyfriend named Greyhound, and they've been living together for many years. Greyhound has a gambling addiction and has squandered all of Mao Xia's money. When Greyhound ran out of money to gamble, he made Mao Xia sell herself. She set up a place at home, and customers came every day. Not long ago, I heard that Mao Xia killed someone in Hong Kong. The Hong Kong police have already found out. The old man who frequented her shop had a conflict with her for some reason. The neighbors heard the old man hitting Mao Xia. Mao Xia probably smashed the old man with a vase and ran away from Hong Kong!"

Chu Yu's words shocked and pained Zhou Fangchun. She felt a constant throbbing in her heart and couldn't believe what she had just heard.

Is Mao Xia living such a miserable life in Gangcheng?

Mao Xia was forced to stay at home and do that kind of thing?

Does Mao Xia's boyfriend often beat her?

Mao Xia killed someone? And she fled back to the mainland!

Chu Yu curled her lips into a smile. "But you don't need to worry. We're all relatives. How could I let her go to such a desperate situation and do nothing? I helped her out. I had someone write her a note with Zhou Jian'an's address in Nanhai on it. You probably don't know, but Zhou Jian'an went bankrupt. He went to Nanhai to get into real estate and lost over 100 million yuan. It was my doing. Mao Xia kidnapped him, and after he escaped, he went to Pengcheng and swindled a sum of money there. I got the Pengcheng police to expose his scam, so he had no choice but to run away with the money and has been hiding in Nanhai ever since. I gave Zhou Jian'an's address to Mao Xia. I suspect Mao Xia has already contacted Zhou Jian'an. As for their respective fates... Zhou Fangchun, having lived to this point, you should know that some things are already predetermined. Fate has its own set of rules, and no one can escape them."

Zhou Fangchun stood there like a wooden sculpture, staring blankly at a point of nothingness in the distance.

Chu Yu didn't know what she was thinking, and Chu Yu didn't care about such things.

So many years have passed, so long that the pages of the book have yellowed, so long that her memories of Zhou Fangchun, Zhou Jian'an, Jiang Meifeng, Mao Xia, and others have become blurred, so long that she no longer wants to take revenge on them.

Zhou Chuyu kept moving forward, and a free and expansive life awaited her. She didn't want to be trapped in the past.

Zhou Fangchun remained silent for a long time, her fingers trembling. The photo fell from her hand and scattered on the ground.

Zhou Fangchun recalled Zhou Chuyu's words. She looked at the skylight on the wall and imagined seeing what kind of life Mao Xia in Gangcheng was living through the high wall. She imagined her soul floating out from here and meeting her daughter in the air.

She made many mistakes, but her love for her daughter was genuine.

Mao Xia loved her too, and Zhou Fangchun never doubted that. Mao Xia was not doing well, and no one cared for her.

The daughter whom Zhou Fangchun cherished dearly was discarded like trash by others.

Mao Xia was constantly deceived and abandoned. She was forced into prostitution. Her life was so desperate. When she was sad, she would definitely think of her mother, but her mother couldn't leave and couldn't give her daughter a hug.

Zhou Fangchun suddenly regretted it; she had never repented or blamed herself all these years.

She felt she had done the right thing; sacrificing half her life for her daughter's happiness was well worth it.

Little did she know, her daughter was not happy.

She sacrificed herself in vain, thinking she was helping her daughter spread her wings and fly high, but little did she know she was pushing her daughter down another dead end.

If only I could start my life over again.

Zhou Fangchun would never commit fraud.

She wouldn't covet money that didn't belong to her; she wanted to live a stable life with her daughter. She wanted Mao Xia to be a child with a mother, to give Mao Xia lots of love. Even if they had to eat coarse food, as long as the mother and daughter were together, she was willing to do it!

Zhou Fangchun cried. She covered her eyes and wailed, her hunched back trembling, her fingertips trembling and bending slightly in the air.

She seemed to be trying to grasp something, but all she managed to grasp was emptiness.

Chu Yu was separated from her by glass. She didn't know how, and couldn't comfort her. She just watched quietly as Zhou Fangchun cried helplessly like a child.

Chu Yu thought that everyone should take responsibility for the mistakes they have made.

Zhou Fangchun was no exception.