It's been twenty-four years, Tong Ruoxin thought these past events might gradually fade with time, might slowly disappear with her closed-off memories.
She always treated Alice as her biological daughter. From the moment Alice called her mommy, she used this child to compensate for the pain of losing her daughter.
But for some reason, lately she often recalled that heart-wrenching past. Thinking of those scenes gave her a feeling of a shattered world and heart-rending pain.
Sometimes, when looking at Xia Weiyi, she would sigh, wondering if her daughter hadn't died, she would be as old as Xia Weiyi? She would be as obedient, sensible, cute, and beautiful as her?
As Tong Ruoxin thought about this, a sharp pain pierced her heart, and tears fell continuously. She squatted in a corner, hugging her arms, her voice gradually weakened, as if speaking to Michelle, or possibly talking to herself.
