Gu Lanxin hugged Zhong Tingyue, who was curled up in a ball, and sighed helplessly in her heart. When she was younger, she too had encountered similar situations. At this moment, she felt a profound connection with her daughter. Their circumstances were quite similar; they were kindred spirits in their shared misery.
Gently stroking her beloved daughter's hair, Gu Lanxin comforted her softly, "Little Moon, you must be strong. Don't ever give up on yourself; in the end, you're the one who gets hurt.
"In today's society, we women can live just as wonderfully even without a man. You are much stronger than I was. I only graduated from a technical secondary school. With little formal education and no degree, I couldn't find a good job and had to rely on your father.
"But you are different, Little Moon. Think of your decade of diligent study to get into a prestigious university in Modu. There are endless possibilities for your future.
