Seeing her granddaughter's indifference, Old Mrs. Xu wondered, 'Is it possible she's really heartbroken and has given up on love? She's never been like this before.'
Even if she disliked her brother-in-law, she was always fiercely protective of her niece. But it had been days now, and she hadn't uttered a single word about the girl.
Was she just annoyed? Had she started disliking children? That didn't seem right either. When it came to her newborn baby brother and sister, she wished their mother could feed them ten or twenty times a day.
"Here, have a sip of soup first. Now, tell Grandma what you meant by that thing you said yesterday. What did you mean, I was about to make your father sad again for someone who isn't worth it?"
"...You really want me to say it?"
"Say it."
Xu Changqing turned to look at the wrinkles on her grandmother's face, then looked away toward the intersection. "Your motherly love is too heavy. Most people can't bear it. It's exhausting."
