Such an impulsive thought only flashed briefly.
Yan Xiaye asked herself deeply— as a mother, no matter how unspeakable her reasons might be, she had never truly fulfilled the responsibilities of a parent.
The reason she despised Little Yunduo's mysterious biological mother was precisely because of this.
Under such circumstances, she really had no courage to demand, with a clear conscience, to meet the child, brazenly returning to the child's life regardless of what others may think.
So, this matter must not be rushed. Even for the sake of the child, it had to be approached gradually and carefully.
Wiping away the dampness at the corners of her eyes in embarrassment, Yan Xiaye slowly climbed out of bed, step by step heading to the dressing table.
Looking at herself in the mirror, with her reddened eyes, she took a deep breath and sat down, meticulously using powder to cover the traces of her tears.
Until the very last moment, she would never admit defeat.
