"Mom, why are you preparing so many dishes for just the two of us?"
Gu Lanxin stroked Zhong Tingyue's head. Seeing her haggard face and her eyes, red and swollen from crying, she explained tenderly, "Little Moon, look at the state you're in. You need to eat more and build up your strength. You absolutely can't let your body break down. I only have you for a daughter. If your health collapses, who could I rely on for the rest of my life?"
Zhong Tingyue's expression grew somber. Hearing the deep concern in her mother's voice, she forced a smile, hugged Gu Lanxin from behind, and pretended to be cheerful. "Mom, I'm fine. I'm much better now; you don't have to worry."
Gu Lanxin nodded. "Little Moon, it's good that you can truly move on. Matters of the heart can't always be perfect; you have to be more open-minded."
