"Mrs. Mu."
Ning Zitong was about to kneel but stopped in shock at Yan Xinxin's emotionless call.
That heart was aching as if being cut by a thousand cuts!
"Mrs. Mu, since you so greatly desire my forgiveness, fine, I forgive you."
Yan Xinxin opened her lips as her clear and beautiful cat-like eyes stunned Ning Zitong.
"Yuan..."
"I've already forgiven you, can Mrs. Mu let go of me now?"
"..."
Ning Zitong dumbly stood frozen.
Yan Xinxin gently turned her face away, distancing herself from Ning Zitong, and without pause, began to walk away.
Her tall and graceful figure gradually moved forward in Ning Zitong's blurred vision, and a few seconds later, Yan Xinxin's steps stopped.
Ning Zitong immediately ran over excitedly, her gaze filled with hopeful expectation.
"Yuan, do you have something to say to your mother?"
"Yes."
Yan Xinxin opened her lips and lightly uttered one word.
"Thank you, Mrs. Mu, for the kindness of giving birth to and raising me."
