"Mummy," Li Qianrui furrowed her brows, "what exactly happened between you and daddy? He's standing outside, afraid to come in lest he upsets you. All these years, I could feel that daddy loves you, his love for you has never changed."
Mu Xuemei's expression stalled, then she turned her head to look at the ceiling, speaking in a distracted tone, "What about that? Once a mirror is broken, it's cracked, and even if it's mended, there will always be a seam..."
"Mummy, did Little Shuang do something to make you uncomfortable? If you find her bothersome, we can just drive her out. We can buy her a house, provide her with a superior life; as long as we don't treat her unfairly, it should be fine."
Mu Xuemei shook her head, "No, it's not Little Shuang's fault. That child is very obedient and knows how to read people's expressions. I just can't get over it mentally."
