Recognition

Imperial Capital, Yan Clan.

It had been four years, and now he was seeing Ulan again.

It's hard to say what kind of feeling comes out of you...

Resentment? Hatred? Strange? Responsibility?

Maybe a little more or less.

Xia Xiaoxiao was not a saint, so she could not repay a grievance with virtue. However, she was very clear on the reason why her mother had abandoned her that year. She definitely had her own reasons for doing so.

The thought of being sent to the orphanage made it hard for her to smile at Ulan.

Therefore, apathy was her only method of using it as a weapon.

Even though she had tried her best to convince herself not to blame her, she also didn't want to smile at her, much less talk to her.

She took the initiative to wave the treasure Bei Bei over, and only when she tightly wrapped her arms around the child's shoulders did she finally feel a bit more at ease.