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Wen Xin didn't have time to guess what was going on.

She looked around the room. The room was not too dirty, as if someone had been cleaning it regularly.

"Dad, I'm back. Sorry …" Wen Xin muttered, the tears flowing into his mouth was salty and bitter.

"Jade Bead, look who dad brought here?" Wen Xin was leaning on the windowsill and looking at the scenery outside, holding onto the brush as he drew. Hearing his father's shout, he ran down the stairs.

"Daddy, isn't this the aunt on TV?" Wen Xin said as she looked at the woman in front of her.

The woman was very beautiful, with a noble temperament. Her features could be described as devastatingly beautiful, and she often appeared on television as a great star. Wen Xin liked her a lot.

"Do you like it?" Yan Han squatted down and asked Yan Yuzhu.

Yan Yuzhu nodded.

"Then let her be your mother?"

Yan Yuzhu looked at the girl in front of her with anticipation.

After a while, Yan Yuzhu shook her head. She pointed at the woman on the painting and said, "I have a mother. It's this. This is me. This is my father. This is my mother."

His mother's Jade Ball since he was young was more sensible than any other child, but this made his heart ache even more. He wholeheartedly wanted to find a skillful stepmother for her, so that she could receive the motherly love he wanted, while Zhao Xinyi was Jade Pearl's favorite celebrity.

When Yan Yuzhu saw that woman on the first day, she rejected her mother's request to be her mother. However, since then, that woman would often come to their home and would always present her favorite gift when she came.

Facing Zhao Xinyi's kind smile and her father's smiling face, Yan Yuzhu finally agreed because she rarely saw her father smiling so happily.

On the day her father and stepmother were married, she shut herself up in her room and spoke to her with a picture of her mother: "Mom, dad married a new mom today."

"Mom, there's no one to accompany you today. Can I accompany you from now on?"

"Mom, that auntie treats me very well and dad is very happy too. I did the right thing, didn't I!"

Yan Yuzhu was alone in her room, hugging her mother's photo as she talked.

Wen Xin strolled around the room, and finally stopped at a pink colored room upstairs.

She opened the door. The interior was exactly the same as it had been 15 years ago. It even gave her the illusion that she had traveled through time and space.

She opened the cabinet and took out a small wooden box from the bottom shelf.

Inside was his mother's memento.

She had secretly saved them.

The day after her stepmother and father were married, she packed up everything she had to do with her mother.

She also remembered that the stepmother had broken the picture of her mother in order to fight for a picture. It was a picture of her father and mother getting married, and the woman in the picture was beautiful, with a warm smile, and the man beside her in a black suit was handsome, and the two of them standing together seemed like a beautiful scene, so beautiful.

The last picture was torn to pieces by the stepmother.

That night, she searched in the trash can for a long time, and only when she finally smelled the stench of the trash can did she take out the photo fragments.

The stepmother looked at her dirty body with disgust. She hid the photo under her clothes so that the stepmother wouldn't see it.

Fortunately, it was because of the stench on her body that the stepmother didn't dare to approach her, allowing her to successfully escape from her Demon Claw.

When she got back to her room, she hid the pieces and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

In her pajamas she pieced together pictures of her mother and father in the room.

Finally, it was framed.

The picture was still in the box.

Wen Xin took out the photo, and looked at the blurry figure on it due to the wetness.

She had no memory of her mother because her birth had caused her mother to die and her birthday was also her mother's birthday, so all these years she had never had a birthday. Even the date of birth on her ID was fake.

After so many years, when he saw all of this now, the scenes from his past flashed across his eyes like a movie.

Wen Xin placed the things back to their original positions, as if her memories that had sealed the world were, no matter what had happened in the past, bound to follow the future.

Although this was the city, this was the first time she had returned here since leaving home. These memories were taboo even in this place. They were like demons that would frequently appear in her dreams, causing her to be entangled in painful memories even in her sleep.

She slowly backed out of the room and finally opened the door. It was clear from outside and bright sunlight shone through the glass window.

There was a figure standing in the yard.

The distant Wen Xin could already recognize that it was Mu Yuntian.

She walked to Mu Yuntian's side and stood still, then looked at the hibiscus tree beside her.

Hearing the voice beside him, Mu Yuntian regained his senses, looked at Wen Xin and said: "Are you in a better mood now?"

Wen Xin nodded, and then looked up at the hibiscus blooming above him.

Mu Yuntian plucked a pink hibiscus from the branch and placed it beside Wen Xin's ear. A warm smile blossomed on her face.

Wen Xin remembered that the woman was the one who planted the hibiscus tree. It was a small sapling at the time, but she didn't expect it to grow so big now, and bloomed with so many beautiful flowers.

As he thought about this, Wen Xin threw down the hibiscus flowers in his ears and stepped on them. "I don't like hibiscus flowers, I'm very hateful."

Mu Yuntian looked at Wen Xin's actions in shock, and her expression looked slightly injured.

Wen Xin also didn't know why she couldn't control his emotions, because as long as it was something related to that woman, it would touch upon her string of sad memories.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like this flower." Wen Xin looked at Mu Yuntian's injured expression with an apologetic expression. She knew that she had gone overboard with her actions, that kick just now had trampled on his love for her.