"My daughter should be listening outside," Gu Mo said as Yang Zuyu sat down, starting with this sentence.
Yang Zuyu was startled, not sure what to do next. Gu Mo continued, "Say what needs to be said. In any case, I have known this outcome in my heart and have been prepared for a long time."
"Does she—accept you?" Yang Zuyu thought they had recognized each other as mother and daughter and asked.
"She's grown up now, has her own family, her own descendants. Whatever her thoughts may be, I believe they won't be impulsive. What she does now will definitely not be with regret."
Listening to Gu Mo's calm and exceptional words, not to mention the indescribable expression on Yang Zuyu's face inside, Mrs. Lu, listening outside, quietly crumpled the hem of her dress. Manman handed a handkerchief to her mother.
