"In this world, are there really no good men left?"
As Gu Lanxin spoke, she was reminded of her own heartbreaking past and couldn't help but hug Zhong Tingyue and burst into tears. Mother and daughter crouched by the roadside, sobbing together.
After a long while, Zhong Tingyue finally wiped away her tears and helped her mother up, speaking in a hoarse voice. "Mom, it's okay. Let's go back."
Gu Lanxin stopped crying. With tear tracks still on her face, she hugged Zhong Tingyue, her voice choked with emotion. "Little Moon, you have to take good care of yourself. Mom only has you to rely on now."
Zhong Tingyue shook her head and forced a smile. "Mom, I'm really okay."
Gu Lanxin stared at Zhong Tingyue's haggard face. Her once flawless and exquisitely beautiful face, like that of a heavenly immortal, was now exceptionally pale.
