"I must have done some great deed in my past life to have given birth to such a sensible and beautiful daughter like you."
Struggling to hold back her tears, An Suqin forced a slight smile, "Ya, tell me the truth, is there someone pursuing you outside? If there is, you must tell me, and better yet, bring him home so I can see."
"Or maybe, it's better not to bring him here."
An Suqin shook her head even before Bai Ya could respond, as if something occurred to her, and her expression suddenly became much sadder, "Looking at me now, it's easy for people to judge you, I—cannot drag you down any longer."
"Mom, please don't talk like that."
A pang of heartache surged through Bai Ya as she leaned down and hugged An Suqin, whispering softly as if murmuring, "No one is chasing after me, and I don't want to fall in love; I just want to stay with you always."
"Silly girl, how many years do I have left?"