"Qingyi, you've grown up now and should know the truth about everything. In the future, if you want to find your biological parents, mom won't stop you. It's enough if you still remember me as your mom, even if you think of me just as your aunt..." Mo Qingyi's adoptive mother couldn't continue, already weeping unabashedly.
"Mom," Mo Qingyi cried profusely, embracing the elderly Mrs. Mo tightly, "don't say that, you will always be my mom, I will never leave you..."
The kindness of one's upbringing is greater than heaven itself.
As for the so-called biological parents, the moment they decided to abandon her, they no longer had any relationship with her.
"Good child," the elderly Mrs. Mo said, her eyes moist with a look of relief.
Although she would respect Mo Qingyi's choice, the thought of Mo Qingyi potentially choosing to leave her and starting a search for her birth parents was something she found hard to accept.