An Yan, wearing makeup and feeling cheerful, returned home, only to see her daughter sitting on the sofa with red, swollen eyes, clearly having been crying.
She hurried over, her heart aching: "Oh, Wenwen, what's wrong?"
She sat down beside her, about to reach out to touch her, but An Wen evaded her with a face full of disgust.
An Yan was taken aback: "Wenwen... what's wrong with you?"
An Wen raised her head to look at the woman in front of her. At fifty, she maintained herself well, her skin still fair, wearing delicate makeup, but unable to hide the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and lips.
Her gaze appeared young, a look only possible from a life untouched by the hardships of time and existence.
An Wen used to be proud of her mother's youth and beauty, thinking she looked better than her classmates' parents.
But now, looking at An Yan like this, she felt deeply irritable.
