Mrs. Jia cried all night.
The next morning, with swollen eyes, she blocked Gu Xiaoxue at the entrance of the weaving workshop.
"...If there's nothing else, Mother, please go home. I need to start work. Our workshop has rules; we can't chat casually or come and go freely."
Mrs. Jia held Gu Xiaoxue's hand, tearfully recounting how she was bullied by Mrs. Gu and others in the family. Gu Xiaoxue looked impatient.
"Xiaoxue, I'm your mother, and yet you're so heartless to me?" Mrs. Jia looked devastated.
She knew the daughter she raised, Gu Xiaoxue wasn't a hard-hearted person. As long as she humbled herself and cried, Gu Xiaoxue would eventually soften.
Besides, it's been a year since Gu Xiaoxue got upset, surely she should have calmed down by now.
But the current Gu Xiaoxue was way beyond her expectations.
"Yes, I'm that heartless."
Gu Xiaoxue had let her down.
She looked at her mother like she was a stranger.
