Mrs. Diyi's voice was trembling, and she wiped away the tears stained on the photo with her fingertips.
Yun Hanxiao in the photo is only a few years old. She is wearing the clothes left by the older children, making her look even thinner.
Although there were several children in the photo, she was the one who smiled the sweetest.
Just like dandelions growing in cracks in rocks, no matter how poor the living conditions are, they can still bloom beautiful flowers.[
Madam Di Yi looked heartbroken. She brought someone else's son and served her carefully, but she let her own daughter suffer so much outside.
For more than 20 years, Yun Hanxiao has been living such a miserable life, having to do so much hard work just for a little money. Thinking about it, my heart breaks.
Mrs. Diyi cried/:
"Xiaoxiao, it's all my fault, mom... I'm sorry for you, mom, you shouldn't be so obsessed with leaving you for other people's sons, I shouldn't, I shouldn't... it's all my fault!"
Di Chajie thought he heard wrongly?
A small smile?
Madam Di Yi calls Xiaoxiao her daughter?
What does this mean? Which country’s new joke is this!
Di Chajie slowly walked to the right, wanting to see what Mrs. Di Yi had been holding tightly in her hands. His eyes searched uncertainly.
Madam Diyi's attitude made him feel strange.
He guessed there was something he had missed.
Then he stared at the thing in Mrs. Diyi's hand.
That's a photo.
Although the room was dark, Di Chajie, who had sharp eyes, spotted Yun Hanxiao among the children at a glance.
He recognized that photo. He had seen it from Mrs. Lan when he helped Yun Hanxiao find her mother.
But why are you here now?
"Xiaoxiao, my daughter, what should I do? What should I do that is really good for you?" Mrs. Diyi cried uncontrollably.
The current situation is so chaotic that it seems it's too late to say anything.