When Huo Jinlan was first brought to the Huo family, she had already begun to develop some memories. She couldn't remember the day-to-day stuff clearly, but she knew about some significant events. She could remember her biological parents, and she also remembered her birth mother's ruthless pursuit of men.
In her memories, Jing Tong always had a particular knack for mesmerizing men. A young Jinlan admired and idolized it greatly. However, now, that admiration was nowhere to be found in Huo Jinlan's heart anymore.
It was bearable when she was in her twenties, weak and pitiful.
Now in her forties, acting the same way was just irritating.
"Jinlan?" Jing Tong noticed Huo Jinlan's gaze and looked back in confusion.
"Mom." Huo Jinlan got off the bed, sat down next to Jing Tong, and nestled in close to her. "Mom, what are we going to do now? I'm scared. I don't want to be trapped here."