Feelings Could Be Nurtured Slowly

"No matter what decision you make, Mom can understand you."

"Madam Bai…" Qiao Anxin looked like she was about to burst into tears. "I-I'm really not dreaming? Are you really my mother?"

"It's true."

Madam Bai still didn't like Qiao Anxin.

But she couldn't bear to see her daughter cry like this.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and gently pulled Qiao Anxin into her arms. She said in a gentle voice, "As long as you're willing to acknowledge me, of course, I'm your mother. Anxin, don't cry. It's Mom who let you down and couldn't find you sooner. Are you willing to give Mom a chance to make it up to you?

"Can you come home with Mom? Your dad, your brother, and I will treat you well in the future."

Qiao Anxin fell into her arms and cried even harder.

She couldn't stop sobbing.

Madam Bai couldn't bear to see her like this.

She thought that it didn't matter even if she didn't like Qiao Anxin now.