"If...."
Yan Mingyu gazed deeply at Liu Nanyan. She had always thought she was her birth mother before she turned twenty.
She had called her mother so many times over the years.
Yet, in the end, they had come to be at odds with each other, and it's truly a tragedy to say so.
"If what?"
Seeing Yan Mingyu hesitating, Liu Nanyan directly countered.
"If I let you go this time, will you let me go in the future?"
Yan Mingyu's voice carried a tinge of sorrow.
No one is born with a heart of stone, but she is perceived by the outside world as a cold, ruthless woman with decisive killing intent. Yet, she too was forced into becoming that person.
"I won't!"
Liu Nanyan shook her head.