I Feel Like She Doesn't Have a Mother

"Zhengzheng!" He grabbed Su Yanyun's hand.

Su Yanyun stopped. She turned back and looked at An Mingchen.

In addition to the pleading in his eyes, she saw a hidden anger.

"Why?" he asked her.

There were no more words.

Frankly, if she hadn't been the only sister he'd ever had, the next of kin by blood, he would never have humbled himself to a female like this.

"An Mingchen." Su Yanyun shook off his hand. "Before we came, you promised me that you would let me go back if I didn't want to admit my identity. Now, are you going back on your word?"

"But that's our mother." An Mingchen looked at Su Yanyun steadily. "Even if you don't remember anything, she's still our mother, isn't she?"

Su Yanyun hesitated for a moment, but something seemed to slip through her heart. She immediately shook her head firmly. "I don't have any motherly feelings for her."

An Mingchen almost slid back a step.

He looked at Su Yanyun in disbelief.