Like holding on to an emotionless body, Mother Wang held her daughter tightly in her arms. She didn’t care whenever someone had walked out of the restaurant, they would stare at them for a brief second before they left.
Wang Yi-An distanced herself from her mother’s hug. Looking at her face, she said. “She might not be my mother. But she was a kind mother to Yi-Xiu, to me. Right now, you have so much more than she does. He loves you, and no matter what. I will always be your daughter. But she has no one. She doesn’t have a husband or a son. So please… Just let me stay with her.”
Mother Wang will always understand her daughter’s feelings best, because she knew that her daughter wanted to make up it to Cheung Yun-Er. Because in a way she had stolen Pan Rong from Cheung Yun-Er, and she knew that inside Wang Yi-An’s heart, her mother was a home-wrecker. “Fine… You can stay with her. But please, An-An. Come home. Please? Come home to me. Once in a while would be okay too. Okay?”