7

7

The phone rang, and on the other side came Yu Shuang's voice:

"Mom, last time you said you would give me ten thousand yuan, when will you give it to me?"

Mom wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a bit irritated upon hearing Yu Shuang's voice.

I tried so hard to get close to her, but she kept pushing me away, time and again.

To pave the way for the daughter of her idealized love, she even personally sought people to bully and ruin me.

To please Yu Shuang, she hurt me 18 times!

Thinking of this, Mom's body trembled slightly, and big tears fell onto the photo.

The regret in her heart surged like a massive wave; Mom clenched her palm so tightly that her nails pierced the skin, drawing blood, yet she would not let go.

She stared intently at the photo, desperately missing her own daughter, yearning to hold her in her arms again.

But it was too late for all that; she would never be forgiven.