The truth of the matter was far more complex than Wen Wan imagined. After listening, her throat couldn't produce any sound, and she just stared unblinkingly at her biological mother.
Fanghua tucked the bundle under her arm and reached out to take Wen Wan's cold hands, "I once thought, if I ignored you for a lifetime, could you live forever without discovering the truth, always considering Wen Guangping as your birth father and the owner of that empty grave as your deceased birth mother.
However, when I learned that you had come to the Capital with the Third Son, I couldn't resist wanting to see you.
That year when I was leaving the Capital, I specially invited you to the tea house. Perhaps it was the first time you saw me, but I had been paying attention to every bit of you long before then. I knew I had a clever and well-behaved daughter, but I didn't dare acknowledge you. I feared you couldn't bear it and might question why I chose to reveal such a cruel truth to you.
