That night, Xia Yangyang talked for a long time.
It was the first time Lu Yinxing heard these things.
When Xia Yangyang spoke of past events, she was merely narrating.
She didn't infuse her words with strong personal emotions, love, or hate.
There were even parts that Xia Yangyang mentioned lightly.
Yet, Lu Yinxing understood clearly in her heart.
Xia Yangyang was afraid she would be sad.
After all, she was that woman's biological daughter.
Lu Yinxing had never thought her own mother would do so many heinous things.
Originally, Lu Yinxing didn't have a particularly deep impression of Gong Xue'er.
But now, all those things seemed to permeate her own life.
By the end, Lu Yinxing was trembling slightly.
Xia Yangyang finally finished telling the whole story.
She sat there, still.
Her gaze remained on the window outside.
She seemed unable to escape the past memories she was trapped in.
It was already early morning, with a hint of white appearing in the sky.
