Liang Yi clenched her hands tightly, her entire face trembling.
She had no way to refute Jin Jumo's words.
Back then, she did indeed abandon her own daughter for her own happy life.
No matter what she said to her now, it was something she had to endure.
At this moment, Jin Jumo's eyes held no resentment, no agitation, just looked peacefully at the woman crying in front of her.
Jin Jumo thought, perhaps the blood in my bones is cold, too!
Liang Yi cried for a while on her own, Jin Jumo was unmoved, not even offering a perfunctory consolation.
In front of her, she was like an invisible person.
Feeling awkward, Liang Yi felt even more heartbroken, and she covered her mouth and ran into the private bathroom of the hospital room.
Jin Jumo's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised a smile and sat in front of the hospital bed, holding Jin Jiancheng's hand, "Grandpa, did you miss Little Mo? Little Mo missed you…"