'How strange.' Her mother had always bustled about for her sake. To be fair, she hadn't been counting on her daughter to make her rich—when Liu'er was with the Tang family, her mother didn't often come by to sponge off them. And now, she was arguing with people over the congee Liu'er was eating.
'But why had she never felt her mother was truly close to her heart?' Every single argument plunged her into despair: the time she argued with Qingmu's mother, the time she was married off to the Tang family, the time she was sent home after being divorced, and today's quarrel... Just thinking about it felt like a knife to the heart.
