Mrs. Ji's footsteps halted, and she rapidly turned around, only to see her long-yearned-for daughter, who was now clutching her arm.
She felt as if she were dreaming, her gaze lingering over the familiar yet unrecognizable face.
Her daughter, whom she had raised with painstaking care, had grown much prettier and more striking compared to her tender-faced self at fifteen, when she had insisted on searching for her relatives.
Mrs. Ji's lips parted slightly, suddenly remembering how, three years ago, Jiang Nanshu had made a huge scene at their home, blaming them for depriving her of nearly sixteen years of wealth and luxury and accusing them of keeping her trapped in the countryside despite their inability to provide for her.
