Madam Zhou looked at Wufu's face, her vision blurring as tears fell like they didn't cost a thing, silently expressing the excitement in her heart.
The daughter before her had grown up in the blink of an eye, nearly reaching the age of marriage. Madam Zhou wasn't foolish; she knew her daughter was no longer the capricious and impulsive girl of the past, at least not entirely, and she understood that, although they had never openly acknowledged this change.
During the past fourteen years, Madam Zhou had not enjoyed much happiness, and though she had a daughter, there was always a bit of resentment buried deep in her heart. She resented her for the wretched background she had given her. But the Wufu now held no resentment or blame, only full of tolerance and understanding.
