Chapter 464: Secret_1

Mo Hua asked, "What kind of person was your mother?"

Shuisheng looked somewhat defensive, glanced at Mo Hua, saw his clear eyes and gentle demeanor, no ridicule, no mockery, then he slowly said:

"My mother, she... she had a low status..."

It was somewhat difficult for him to talk about his mother being a woman from the brothel.

"I know that, born in poverty, she had no choice..." Mo Hua continued, "What else?"

Shuisheng was caught off guard, then he relaxed, and his face showed a smile mixed with yearning:

"My mother treated me very well!"

"She made Hundred Flower pastries and crystal pork hocks for me to eat."

"She had a lovely smile, spoke very gently, liked to stroke my head..."

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Shuisheng talked about many bits and pieces from life with his mother.

This might have been his only warm memory from childhood.

So when Shuisheng spoke of his mother, his face was smiling, innocent and full of longing.

"And your father?"