A Man Has Loved You for so Many Years

Yan Qingsi quickly covered her expression. Her palm felt wet against her cheeks. She could not tell if it was a teardrop or sweat that had dripped down her face earlier.

 She wiped her face. The black residue of her mascara and eyeliner stained her hands.

 She knew that she looked especially ugly at this moment and that she should wipe everything off, yet she did not want to move an inch.

 It was probably because she was right in front of her mother, and it did not matter how ugly she looked. Anyway, she was the most beautiful girl in her mother's eyes.

 Yan Qingsi's hand cupped her face. "I only know all this. That day… I saw my mother fall," she said. "She fell from such a height. She plummeted toward the earth, and once she crashed onto the ground, blood was everywhere…"

 It was as though she was merely a witness to the event when she talked about it now, not giving any special response.