As she walked through the door and caught a glimpse of Zhao ngjin writing, Gu’s mother smiled and said, "Hey, you don’t have to write so ticulously, as long as she can understand it, that’s fine. You don’t even need to write full sentences; she can understand anyway."
No one understood her daughter better than Gu’s mother.
Zhao ngjin looked up and saw Gu’s mother’s beaming face, and suddenly, she thought of her own mother.
Her tears swirled in her eyes.
Gu’s mother seed to empathize, placed the bowl next to her daughter, and then massaged Zhao ngjin’s shoulders while patting her back, saying, "It’s alright, it’s alright, as long as people are alive, that’s what matters. There’s nothing to be so upset about, you know? There are so many people here."
Zhao ngjin swallowed back the tears that almost escaped and thought to herself that Gu’s mother was right; she could not cry, especially not now, giving those people more reason to gloat.
Feeling sowhat invigorated, she took the bowl of ginger soup from Gu Nuan’s hand and gulped it down.
Seeing her drink so fiercely startled Gu’s mother on one hand, and on the other, sensing sothing, she continued to stroke her back gently, saying nothing, putting no pressure on her.
After finishing the ginger soup, Zhao ngjin lay in bed, covered herself with blankets, and broke into a sweat.
Gu’s mother sat by the bed, gestured to her daughter, and said, "You go ahead with your tasks; I’ll handle things here."
Sothing big had definitely happened that night, and both Gu’s mother and Gu’s father could sense it. Regardless, they knew they couldn’t be much help, only fit to do nial tasks, which would allow those capable to have the freedom to act.
Understanding her mother’s intentions and agreeing with the reasoning, Gu Nuan did not reject her kindness, humd in agreent, and turned to leave.
At that mont, Zhao ngjin secretly poked her head out from under the covers and said to Gu Nuan, "Auntie, you are much prettier than I imagined."
After speaking, she rembered that Gu Nuan couldn’t hear and sheepishly stuck out her tongue.
Gu’s mother wasn’t sure if her niece was ill for saying sothing that sounded so nonsensical.
Gu’s mother smiled affectionately at her daughter and then patted Zhao ngjin’s head again.
Gu Nuan walked out.
Then, Zhao ngjin quietly said to Gu’s mother, "I ant what I said, Auntie. I didn’t say anything wrong, did I? I’m not very good with words, which is why I learned to play the violin."
Gu’s mother shook her head, "It’s fine, my daughter never cares about whether she’s pretty or not, nor does she take to heart what others say about her. According to her, if you always fret over what others say, how can you live life?"
Zhao ngjin said with admiration and envy, "Auntie, that ntality is really great. I just can’t manage it."
After standing outside for a while and feeling assured that leaving her mother here wouldn’t be a problem, Gu Nuan headed toward her husband’s room.
Xiao Yebai, with the help of Uncle Qi, had changed out of his wet clothes and was talking with the two brothers in the room.
It was during this ti that Zhan Dapeng recounted to Zhang Sanfeng what they had encountered, saying, "They must have planned it from the start, to take Xiao Family’s eldest sister away."
Zhang Sanfeng slightly furrowed his brow and said, "They took Xiao Family’s eldest sister because they think their person had contact with Xiao Family’s eldest sister, and she doesn’t have our level of tight-lipped fortitude."
The man in the black hat was still very afraid of being exposed to the public, letting everyone in the world know.
This aligns with basic human psychology, who, when engaged in sothing unspeakable, would want to be thrust into the spotlight and beco the public enemy?
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