Ruan Mianmian's mind was filled with the good times she had with her mother.
Those times were wonderful.
The good times were always so short.
Now that ruan Mianmian thought about it, other than crying, she felt more helpless.
"Ah Yu, Did you know? Ever since I could remember, my mother has been very strict with me. I've never doubted that I'm not my mother's biological daughter."
my mother has always been working hard to cultivate me into an elegant and Noble Princess-like girl.
during the rebellious phase of my youth, we quarreled a lot. Later on, I kept thinking if my mother got cancer because I made her too angry back then.
Ye Jinyu reached out and gently touched ruan Mianmian's head.
"Cancer has nothing to do with anger."
After he finished speaking, he handed the tissue box to ruan Mianmian.
"It's not that you can't cry, but you're not allowed to cry for too long."