Mom

The moment the person stood up, Su Cha felt a jolt in her heart.

Her pupils constricted in disbelief.

When the person walked toward her, it seemed to overlap with the blurry figure in her memory.

Her blurry memories finally became clearer.

She was of ordinary build, but she had a good figure. She had long, curly hair, and she liked to wear a plain dress occasionally. Her makeup was light, but her eyebrows were deeply drawn.

She knew how to keep a low profile.

Occasionally, she would look at her with a gentle smile.

"Mom… Mom?"

Her voice trembled when she called out the name.

It was also drowned out by the sound of the piano and the song, so much so that as the person walked over, she did not hear her. She only glanced at her in surprise. "Did Quan Jia send you here? Are you the runner-up of the singing program?"

When the woman said this, her gaze landed on Su Cha, but she was puzzled.