"Oh, Miss Xia, I don't know if I should say this, but on the day you arrived, Uncle Quan and I both thought you were the Young Master's girlfriend. Who would have thought that a fiancée would suddenly appear by the Young Master's side? Uncle Quan blames himself for meddling and causing you pain," Maria approached Xia Qingqian like a mother, reaching out to stroke her hair, her eyes filled with gentle compassion. "But Miss Xia is a good girl, and God will surely look after you."
Xia Qingqian lifted her eyes, full of tears, and looked at Maria. Unable to resist, she leaned in and hugged Maria around the waist, whispering, "Maria, I'm fine, thank you." She was a child without a mother, never having felt a mother's love. Maria's embrace was so warm, making her want to hold onto Maria tightly, never letting go.
