Jiang Tong once again ca out of Shanshui City No. 6, and it was already close to noon.
It was mainly because Qin iru could talk so much, she couldn’t find a chance to slip away.
If it wasn’t for Bao Nan noticing her difficulty and promptly stopping Qin iru.
It would have been as difficult as climbing the sky for her to co out of Shanshui City No. 7 today.
It only takes five minutes to get back from Shanshui City No. 6 to No. 7.
"Miss."
Aunt Deng, who raised her since she was young, and since Jiang Tong left the Jiang Family, she arranged for her to live here.
Jiang Tong changed her shoes at the door fra and responded, "Aunt Deng."
She hadn’t been here for a long ti, and the luxurious decor of the whole house surprisingly felt unfamiliar to her.
Aunt Deng had prepared everything she wanted early in the morning, just waiting for her to co.
"Aunt Deng, you’ve worked hard."
Jiang Tong rubbed her forehead a bit tiredly and collapsed on the sofa.
Seeing her like this, Aunt Deng sighed helplessly, walked over slowly, and poured her a glass of water, "Miss, I’ve long told you to take care to rest more often."
The last few tis she ca, she was still quite spirited; how co she looks so haggard now?
She really was worried sick about her.
"Miss, why don’t you move back in and stay here? I’ll feel more at ease taking care of you."
Aunt Deng looked at her, unable to hide the urgency on her face.
Jiang Tong shook her head, "Aunt Deng, you worry too much, I can manage on my own."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Deng closed her mouth and shook her head helplessly.
She raised her from a young age, so she certainly knew Jiang Tong’s temperant.
Always stubborn as a mule, refusing to listen no matter how much one advised.
"..."
Jiang Tong stayed in the villa for a while, then took the things Aunt Deng had prepared for her and went to a cetery next to Shanshui City.
A cold tombstone bore a photograph, the woman in it smiling like a blooming flower.
And a line of bright large characters—
The Tomb of Tang Liangqin, Eldest Daughter of the Tang Family.
"Mother, I’ve co to see you again."
Jiang Tong knelt by the tombstone, an exquisite face carrying a slightly desolate smile.
When Tang Liangqin was alive, she never allowed her to call her "Mom."
The term "Mother" was the only rigid and emotionless term she could accept.
But then again, what woman could accept a child born with soone she didn’t love?
Jiang Tong had never experienced maternal love but desperately longed for it.
So in high school, to get her attention, she did so many ludicrous things that ended up becoming a joke.
But...
"Mother, at parent-teacher etings, seeing classmates interact with their parents, a thought always ran through my heart that I must have been picked up by you and Father."
Jiang Tong spoke plainly, stating her thoughts while burning joss paper in her hand.
"Later on, thanks to Jiang Zirui, I finally understood that I was rely a task for you and Father."
Her efforts to please were rely a joke...
Nothing more...
The candle inserted earlier had burned down completely, and Jiang Tong stared numbly at the photo on the tombstone.
The face that was seventy to eighty percent similar to hers. After a mont of silence, she continued, "Aunt Shi Miao is very good to , but looking at their family of three, I always feel like a surplus."
That’s why she wanted to run away.
Desperate to escape that family.
"But I think this idea of mine is strange, because when was I not surplus?"
Jiang Tong slightly bent her fingers, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes tinged with redness.
In front of Tang Liangqin, wasn’t she just surplus?
A gentle breeze blew, scattering leaves lightly. Ti froze on the photograph atop the tombstone.
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