Ai Minzhen quietly raised her eyes and sized up Lan Xin Ai. Seeing Lan Xin Ai's gaze coming over, she quickly lowered her head again.
"If you want to look, look openly."
Lan Xin Ai's voice was very flat, but to Ai Minzhen, it sounded extremely cold.
Her throat moved: "Xin Ai."
"Madam Ai, call me Mrs. Xi, thank you."
This voice, it was the scene she had imagined many times before she was fifteen, fantasizing about her showing up and hugging her, calling her Xin Ai.
But now her heart was still, utterly devoid of any emotion.
It turns out, everything can be erased by time.
Ai Minzhen's heart ached, she had thought that her daughter would be distant and cold upon seeing her, but now that she truly saw her, her coldness cut her heart like a knife.
"Mrs. Xi." She picked up her coffee and took a sip, it was the very bitter Italian espresso, so bitter that it astonished Ai Minzhen.
"Is it too bitter? I don't find it bitter at all."
