"Mom, I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself and was unable to come back to see you!"
Yao Chun's voice, carrying a strange familiarity, made its way into Shen Chaoxi's ears, stirring emotions in her heart.
She had no real affection with this so-called mother.
Shen Xi lost her parents in a duty-related fire when she was five. Suddenly an orphan, she soon forgot what parental love felt like as she grew up.
But now she was Shen Chaoxi. Although this person was gone, her consciousness remained, with a longing that surged like a tide in her heart over the past four years.
Two lines of tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
Yet she harbored resentment—resentment that made the present Shen Chaoxi unwilling to move forward, only wishing to take a single look on that woman's behalf.
The grandmother's trembling voice was loaded with heavy dissatisfaction.
"You couldn't help yourself? You couldn't come back?
Couldn't you have made a phone call?