Lu Hualiang's sleep vanished in an instant, his brows tightly furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
That tone, she's unhappy?
"Something happened."
Everything was fine tonight; the three women chatted so much they reached outer space and even left me to sleep in the guest room.
How did she become unhappy all of a sudden?
Xia Weibao shook her head, her voice somewhat muffled.
"Tonight, Mom told me about the past," she paused, "about my biological parents."
She had originally thought that her body was borrowed, so she felt no affection for her biological parents.
But hearing that her parents died in a car accident, her heart ached.
Especially when Zhong Wanshu said she would take her to pay respects, the ache in her heart turned into sorrow.
After all, they were the ones who gave life to this body; by occupying someone else's body, she also inherited familial affection from it.
The bond of blood was subtle.
Even though she had never met them, it still caused her pain.
