"His dad is the only music teacher nearby. He played the piano and violin. I was also a local lady. We were respected in the town… How nice it would be if Xuan had never come to us…" She regretted it. "I had treated her like a daughter for three years. Three years-- even if I had a dog, the dog would show me gratitude. However, she left like that, on that day, giving us a slap in the face!" Then she hit her chest painfully.
Song Yifan was startled and quickly stopped her. "Mom!"
His mother was covered in tears. "It hurt! It was like a slap in the face, hurting after so many years! What have I ever done to her? She left a note and disappeared. I don't even know if she's still alive. I hate her!"
Seeing her crying, Su Qianci also felt sour. She tried to wipe away the old woman's tears with a tissue.
The old woman suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Qianci's hand, calling resolutely, "Xuan!"
