Lu Xingzhi bit her lip, "Maybe some people would say I'm heartless, but really, how do I put it! I haven't experienced that intense maternal love. Even though, my mom left me letters, one after another. The words were full of love for me."
"Don't think about it too much, stop thinking." Huo Jincheng was a bit frustrated, seeing what kind of questions he had been asking.
"Uncle, I really am heartless. My mom might have had a lot of love for me, but I somehow don't have such deep feelings for her. However, when I see other mothers and daughters together, I do feel a bit envious. So that's how mothers and daughters interact."
Lu Xingzhi touched the cloth doll, "I lived a very happy life, with my grandparents and my dad, they didn't let me lack that love, they even gave me more. I am very grateful to them, it's just that they left too early."
