In the empty corridor.
After a moment of silence, Li Meihua's uncontrollable sobbing sounded.
Her face, roughened by life's torment, was deeply buried in her palms.
Clouded tears continuously seeped through her fingers.
Qiuqiu just watched her quietly, watched this woman, for the first time in front of her, show such a disheveled and vulnerable appearance.
Her mood was indescribably complex.
Suddenly, she recalled.
During the summer vacation of her sophomore year, her mother indeed had subtly asked her for her ID card, saying she needed it to handle some formalities.
But at that time, she was filled with resentment and alienation towards this woman, unwilling to say more than a single word to her.
She stayed in that cold "home" for less than a week before leaving hastily, using the excuse of going to work.
In her persistent impression.
Her mother was a miser, a shrew, strong-willed, unreasonable, beyond redemption.
She never truly cared for her.
