Although she has been thinking about her biological son in her heart, the sachet has been rubbed over and over again in the deserted night, and the edges have been damaged.
But she didn't have the courage to take another look at her grown-up son.
He only hopes that in his heart, his mother has died long ago like his father, leaving behind a memory that is not entirely bad.
But this time, she knew that her future at Toubi Villa was uncertain, and she was worried that Tiantian would be in danger, so she gave the sachet to Tiantian, hoping that she could help Tiantian in times of crisis.
Unexpectedly, the sachet was crushed into pieces by Si Nanyue without emotion.[
When she thought of this, Tiantian was filled with guilt.
Some wounds have already formed scars. If we never know the truth, we will still live in that beautiful illusion.
However, once the scar is uncovered, blood will still flow out, and the injury may even be more painful than before.
"I'm sorry!" Tiantian whispered, lowering her head and looking at the toes of her shoes.
The pain on Si Nanyue's face had flashed away.
He crossed his hands, his face was full of calmness, and he said calmly: "This is not your fault, you don't need to apologize!"
"But, Aunt Mu Yu..." Tiantian tried to say a few good words for Aunt Mu Yu.
"Stop talking!" He waved his hand coldly to stop her: "When she did all this, she should have known the outcome!"
"My biological mother is already dead!"
His voice was cold, bone-chilling, and the coldness penetrated people's skin, penetrated their limbs and bones, and even reached their heart.
Tiantian sighed quietly, the three feet of ice did not freeze overnight, some resentment had already soaked into her heart, and if it was to be thawed, it would not happen overnight.
Si Nanyue had a deep prejudice against her mother, but her few words would only be counterproductive.
What they need is time.
Tiantian was still thinking about it, but Si Nanyue said calmly: "Okay, you still have to rush back to Serang, so I won't delay you anymore!"