Lang Xiyuan almost forgot, this is her daughter.
"I haven't forgotten, but you have."
Rain fell on her body, drenching her through and through, yet Chu Liangxia's lips curled into a deeper smile, her eyes filled with indifference.
"Humph."
Lang Xiyuan let out a cold laugh.
Then, holding an umbrella, she turned and left.
Still that graceful and composed woman, who in front of others never lost her manners and face.
Yet Chu Liangxia felt a bit cold.
This late autumn rain, so cold.
Taking a step back, Chu Liangxia lifted her eyes to the overcast sky, the oppressive clouds seemed like they could crash down at any moment, the thick darkness shrouded everything, as if even the air was tinged with this dark shade.
Quickly, she tilted her head, then looked in the direction where Lang Xiyuan had left.
She had thought that if Lang Xiyuan became more emotional, she might be able to forcibly drag her away, but now...
Unexpectedly calm.
Hopefully, she'll head back soon.