Just from the way her mother treated her, how could she ever have imagined that she wasn't her mother's biological child?
Xi Mohan's expression froze, his gaze falling on her little face already streaked with tears. His eyes darkened, yet he still didn't speak, which was as good as an admission.
Seeing Xi Mohan stay silent in tacit acknowledgement, her tears fell even harder. She lowered her head and stared at her own hand that had somehow clutched the man's shirt. After blinking blankly a few times, her tone laced with mockery as she spoke, "So I'm not my mother's biological daughter. So you already knew long ago, but you chose not to tell me…"
Right now, all Ning Wan felt was a wrenching pain in her chest, as if a giant hand had suddenly closed around her heart, squeezing so hard she couldn't breathe.
