"You child." Mu Qingya slapped his hand in displeasure. "Mom has always been telling you. Your birth mother must have had her own difficulties when she abandoned you! Anyone can resent her but you.
"That is your birth mother. Child, you cannot cut these ties of blood.
"You might not remember anymore, but Mom can definitively tell you that your birth mother loved and treasured you back when she hadn't left the Mu Clan yet. Her love for you was certainly not one bit less than Mother's love for you."
"Mother." Mu Xingchen interrupted her coldly, his brows chilly.
"Fine, fine, fine. Mother won't say any more." Mu Qingya gave a long sigh and looked at him broodingly. "You have your own ideas and plans now that you have grown up, but Mother wants to tell you that no matter how old you are, you will always be Mother's child. You may not like to hear some things, but Mother still hopes that you will listen."
"I know, Mother." Mu Xingchen nodded impassively.
