Night.
Liu Rushuang and Yao Mingyue returned to the villa.
Yao Mingyue was soaking in the bathtub when, after a short while, Liu Rushuang, wrapped in a bath towel, pushed the door open and ca in.
She faced Yao Mingyue and soaked in the water as well.
"You seem in a good mood, humming a song. Have you encountered sothing happy recently?"
Liu Rushuang looked at her daughter, whose complexion was rosy, and asked with a smile.
"What happy thing could it be? Maybe it's just the joy of seeing you co back, Mom."
Yao Mingyue thought of the few assists her mom had made at the dinner table today and humd with a curve at the corner of her mouth.
Liu Rushuang stretched out her hand and pinched her face.
"Still pretending, anyone with eyes can see it. Did sothing happen between you and Xiao Sen?"
Yao Mingyue paused for a second, hugging her legs as if she wanted to slowly subrge beneath the water, her pretty face blushing: "Mom, I'm going to tell you sothing, and you can't laugh at ."
"When have I ever laughed at you? Go on, tell ."
Liu Rushuang imdiately showed an expression of readiness to "hear the gossip."
Yao Mingyue bit her lip, then slowly began to speak: "I, a few days ago, I confessed to him..."
Yao Mingyue now looked just like a little girl caught in puppy love, her whole person flushed with heat.
Liu Rushuang's eyes widened instantly as she stared at her precious daughter, pondering for a mont.
"The confession you're talking about, is it the proper kind or the improper kind?"
"???"
Yao Mingyue was also taken aback, her face growing even redder.
What does that an!
What's the difference between proper and improper, isn't that just seduction?
Could I, Yao Mingyue, be that kind of person?
Ah, spit!
"Mom, if you keep this up, I won't talk to you about it in the future!"
Yao Mingyue pouted.
"So, did you really confess to Xiao Sen?"
"Yes."
Yao Mingyue nodded, looking at the astonishnt on her mom's face, she felt a little sentintal: "Mom, you won't bla , will you?"
Liu Rushuang looked at her daughter and after a mont sighed with a smile: "If I were to bla you, it would be for taking too long to co around. You took too long to express your feelings to Xiao Sen. I've always told you not to wait until it's too late and regret it."
Xu Musen already had a girlfriend, and no matter what, it was sowhat not honorable.
"Mom, am I doing sothing very wrong...?"
Yao Mingyue looked at her mother's expression, her lips subconsciously biting down.
"This matter is indeed sowhat wrong, but... if it's my daughter, then my stance and bottom line is you. I hope you can find your happiness, even if in the end that person isn't Xiao Sen. But as the saying goes... you don't turn back unless you hit the wall."
Liu Rushuang's expression was complicated yet distressed as she stroked Yao Mingyue's head.
In her whole life, she has done things with a clear conscience towards everyone, but now her only bottom line was her own daughter.
She always felt she owed her daughter too much, especially when Ming Yue most needed soone by her side, and she had no choice but to leave her alone in the empty house.
So, Yao Mingyue's sowhat stubborn personality, she always felt was partly her own responsibility.
Although such a thing was not glorious, if it was for her daughter, she was willing to be scorned and criticized, as long as her daughter could be a little happier.
"Mom, thank you..."
Tears twinkled in Yao Mingyue's eyes. Despite the seeming nonchalance in her words, only she knew the stress she carried within.
Having soone stand by her side, regardless of anything, felt incredibly warm.
"What about Xiao Sen? How did he respond to you?"
"He... He didn't answer, and I didn't expect him to reply. Mom, what I want now is not to be with him. I want to repay what I owe him... to square things away, and then start anew."
Yao Mingyue spoke slowly, her head raised to reveal a pensive yet bright smile: "I also regret realizing it a bit late, but often you only learn to cherish and properly love soone after you've lost them once. At least I haven't completely lost him yet, and I like him more now, as well as the current ."
Yao Mingyue's words touched Liu Rushuang's heart deeply.
It had been so many years since she saw her daughter openly smile and speak from the heart, sothing the girl she was before never showed.
It was as if she was finally learning to slowly face the most vulnerable part of herself.
She reached out to touch her daughter's head, her face beaming with a proud smile: "I like the current Xiao Mingyue too, no matter what, Mama will always stand by your side."
Yao Mingyue, feeling soothed, looked forward with even greater anticipation to that warmth.
"Mom, I want to learn how to knit a scarf."
"For Xiao Sen?"
"Yes."
Yao Mingyue nodded. When winter arrived, girls always thought about giving scarves to the boys they liked.
It might stem from the traditional romantic notions ingrained in the hearts of the people. In ancient tis, n ploughed and won weaved; a woman's most precious possession was her handiwork, and giving sothing she knitted herself also expressed her feelings.
"Hey, hey, hey, only now do you think of treating him well. Your mom hasn't been treated like that yet. I'm going to be jealous!"
"Mom, how many Gucci scarves do you have in your closet? Do you have the nerve to say that?"
"That's different. No matter how expensive those scarves are, they're not as precious as sothing my baby girl knits with her own hands..."
...
The New Year was approaching.
At the mont, in Huhai.
An Nuannuan gazed outside the window; Huhai didn't get snow every year, and this year there wasn't any.
In the past, especially in winter, she could hardly even leave her room for fear that the cold air would affect her legs.
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