After the meal was finished, everyone left. Hua Xiaomo stayed in the villa, and her mother took her hand, leading her to her room.
Su Ronghua looked at her daughter with deep concern, one hand caressing her cheek.
"Look at how thin you've become. I can only imagine how much you must have suffered outside. Others may not know, but how could I, your mother, not know? You've always been so headstrong. Why wouldn't you come back home then? Instead, you waited five years. Even if you didn't want to see him, you shouldn't have abandoned this home, child."
"No matter the hardship, your mother is always thinking of you. Knowing how much you suffered out there, my heart ached for you!" Su Ronghua said, her eyes brimming with deep concern.
"Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry. It was my fault. My thinking wasn't mature enough back then. I always felt so overwhelmed when facing you and other people," Hua Xiaomo said, a faint light reflecting on her beautiful cheeks.
