Under the gentle light, her beautiful black hair fell behind her like a waterfall. Her face was smooth, and there was a trace of sternness on her oval face.
Qiao Nian's heart was beating like a drum. Her body stiffened slightly as she stood rooted to the ground, staring unblinkingly at the woman.
She was her mother, Su Yan.
She had known before that her mother was already in her fifties. She had thought that no matter how well her mother took care of herself, she might be able to see the traces of time on her face.
But she was wrong.
Su Yan's face was as if she had never experienced the passage of time. She looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties.
She exuded a dignified aura that was a little terrifying.
Qiao Nian had thought that her mother was a gentle mother. Now, it seemed that her mother was a strict mother.
