Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    Anxious shouts and messy footsteps pulled Mo Yangyang back to the real world.


  Mo Yangyang's eyes were blocked by Lan Dongzhi's hand, but she felt that she could still see the bloody scene. It stung her eyes.


  The entire world seemed to have slowed down, and the sounds were delayed indefinitely.


  Mo Yangyang's teeth bit off a piece of her lip. The smell of blood filled her entire mouth, but she did not feel any pain!


  After a long silence, Lan Dongzhi heard Mo Yangyang's voice amidst the noise. ""Dad, Mom…"


  Mo Yangyang's voice was very soft and weak, as if she was talking to herself. However, her voice made Lan Dongzhi's heart ache.


  She regarded Mo Yangyang as her hope. These days, she had seen her having a complete family and living her own life, plain and fulfilling.


  She thought that Mo Yangyang would be happy forever, and she would be happy with her.


  Why was this world so cruel to them? They just wanted to live a good life!


A White Cloth, Two Worlds