Our hope

ZouMi walked towards her closest, and looked for something that her mother may have kept or removed, but found nothing, except of some folded cloths of her.

She wasn't suspecting her mother, out of habit, ZouMi became a cautions' person, as she has to many secrets to hide. Shaking her head, ZouMi sighed and went to take a shower.

Thirty minutes later, ZouMi was sitting on the dinner table, with a bowl of congee and meat on it.

"Mom, have some with me." It was rare for ZouMi to make requests, Mrs. An, happily sat with her daughter and chatted. ZouMi felt guilty towards her mother, she wasn't spending time with her, and mostly was left alone in the mansion. After their grand proposal, YangYang rarely stayed at home, and Xau was busy with his work, even if at home, he would be in his room, leaving Mrs. An, complete alone.