She didn't know how long she had been crying...
It was not until her eyes were red and swollen, her throat hoarse, that Gu Qianqian managed to suppress her tears amidst ceaseless sobs.
People are always most sensitive when they're vulnerable.
So, even though reason constantly reminded her that there were important things to do tomorrow, and she couldn't lose control like this today, the overwhelming truths made it hard for her to breathe, and so...
At her most distressed moment, Gu Qianqian kept her eyes closed, resting her head on a picture of her biological mother, as if doing so could somehow let her feel her mother's presence.
She still remembered the first time she saw a photograph of her mother.
With just a glance, the familiarity was overwhelming. She had dismissed the feeling then, but now, everything made sense.
This coincidence was nothing more than a bond between mother and daughter.
