The complex emotions she felt, just thinking about whether or not to call her mom and tell her the truth, put Xie Wanying through an unprecedented torment.
Tell her mom? The matter had passed for a long time, it's impossible to pursue it, just like Aunt Min hesitated, fearing to sprinkle a big pile of salt on her mom's wounds, making it harder for her heart to heal.
If she doesn't say anything, wouldn't it deprive her mom of the right to know the truth? Perhaps her mom always blamed only herself for not doing well in the exams back then, which led to her inability to continue her studies.
After lunch, Xie Wanying thought for a moment and decided to make a call home.
It was her brother who answered the phone.
