"Have some sour plums," she said. "You really did inherit my constitution, I'm sorry."
Why does she keep saying sorry?
Qiao Ruoxin felt there was something truly off, and moreover, she could hear a wind-blowing sensation on the phone?
"Where are you? Are you outside? Why aren't you home sleeping at this late hour?"
"I'm in the garden getting some air, I'll go to sleep in a bit. What about you, are you feeling unwell? If you're not feeling well, just say so. The Mo Family has many servants. They'll take good care of you."
Qiao Ruoxin's heart softened a bit, as if she were back in her childhood. She nodded, "Got it."
These past two years, although her mother had been pressing her to forget the past and start anew in the United States, she indeed loved her wholeheartedly.
"Go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore, sleep well, mom wants to be alone for a while."
"Mm."