However, she quickly regained her composure, looked down at the sleeping child, and gave a faint smile, saying, "His father didn't abandon us. He said he would come back to find me. Besides, he didn't know about Xiao Hai's existence. The child was only discovered after he left."
"..."
Ye Yun looked at the woman in front of her, who was quietly gazing at her child with her eyes down, and her emotions were too complicated to comprehend.
After a long pause, she finally found her voice, but the words that came out were laced with sarcasm: "Do you know the difference between the provincial capital and the mountains? The provincial capital is bustling and dazzling, while our mountains are barren and backward. He's gone back, how could he possibly remember that there was someone like you in the mountain village?"
"Girl, you..."
Luo Xiujuan was puzzled as to why her words suddenly became barbed, and looked bewildered, hesitant to speak.
Ye Yun was her and her child's savior, so she dared not say much. Even if Ye Yun pointed her finger at her and cursed her, she would not think there was anything wrong with it.
"I'm sorry..." Ye Yun realized her mistake, sighed, touched her nose with her fingertip, and explained in a low voice, "My father is the same as your child's father, so I couldn't control my emotions for a moment."
Luo Xiujuan was even more astonished.
"No, I should be the one apologizing for taking us in." She shook her head, looking at Ye Yun apologetically, a hint of sympathy appearing in her eyes.
Ye Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Why are you suddenly sympathizing with her?
Soft-hearted people never have a good ending.
Ye Yun suppressed her discomfort, smiled, and said gently, "Do you know what happened to my mother?"
Luo Xiujuan was slightly taken aback, looking at her but not daring to say a word.
"She's gone mad."
Ye Yun curled her lips coldly, looked away from the stunned woman, and left without turning back.
Luo Xiujuan froze.
She remained in a daze for a long time even after Ye Yun left the house.
In the courtyard.
Ye Yun walked out of the house.
Just then, Qin Zheng rode his old bicycle home.
Qin Zheng noticed at a glance that her complexion was not good, his expression tightened slightly, and he hurriedly put down his bicycle and went over to her.
A warm and reassuring embrace wrapped around her, Qin Zheng's large, strong hands holding hers tightly, his voice low as he whispered in her ear, "Wife, what's wrong?"
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