"Perhaps because I'm not her real daughter."
With a self-deprecating smile, Lu Qingyi mentioned how she had once strived to obtain that motherly love.
Looking back now, it really seems quite humorous.
After all, she isn't Yao Meishu's biological daughter, so why would Yao Meishu be good to her? The answer is quite clear – it isn't feasible.
"It seems, things really are bad."
Wen Wanyu shook her head slightly. She still remembered the first time she saw Lu Qingyi, the sorrow in her eyes belied her age.
Merely in her teens, yet she had the maturity of someone in their twenties.
"To be honest, you do bear some resemblance to Qingyang, with that undercurrent of cool resilience."
Wen Wanyu looked at Lu Qingyi, and slowly voiced her thoughts.
Lu Qingyi just smiled and stayed silent, a hint of a spark flashing in her eyes.
"Perhaps Xu Boyan is your redemption."
Wen Wanyu stared at Lu Qingyi's face. Her tone was certain.