"Mm."
Hand waving goodbye.
Liu Rushuang watched the vehicle move farther and farther away, her hand waving for a long time until she finally sighed.
She had no doubts about Xu Musen's promise.
But she was worried about her daughter—could this girl really accept such an outcome?
However, no one could be blamed for such an outcome today. She understood her daughter well—if Ming Yue had no health problems,
perhaps she would've been living her life with Xu Musen without any burdens...
Some regrets remained, but at least there was still some hope.
Liu Rushuang sighed, turned her head to look at the empty streets; although the villa complex was comfortable to live in, it was quite deserted most of the time.
She returned to her room and opened the fridge to a separately isolated shelf within.
There lay a small and exquisite snowman.
Yao Mingyue had treasured it, enduring the cold in her hands, insisting on bringing it back home.