She unexpectedly has such an elegant, graceful, and exceptionally serene mother.
The broken sofa in the living room had a metal frame, with a sponge cushion in the middle, covered by a sheet-like cover that had probably been washed too many times, as the patterns on it were somewhat unclear.
The woman wore elaborately applied makeup, diamond-studded platinum earrings dangled at her ears, she was dressed in a designer dress, and high-heels from a luxury brand adorned her feet. Upon seeing Xiaoyu, she hurriedly stood up, saying, "Xiaoyu, I've missed you dearly..."
The woman held Xiaoyu, crying with tears that resembled pear blossoms.
Xiaoyu seemed dumbfounded like a wooden puppet. She looked past the woman's back towards her father, whose face was full of embarrassment. Her father seemed somewhat nervous, constantly wringing his grease-stained clothes, making him appear rather pathetic.
