"Alright."
Mu Wan forced a faint smile and walked uneasily towards the dining table.
All along, although Mu Qingqiu had always respected her opinions and considered them in everything,
Mu Wan would report everything, big or small, to Mu Qingqiu in advance. But marrying Qin Mu... was different.
This time, she had acted first and informed later.
Mu Wan's palms began to sweat nervously. She glanced at the woman sitting across from her, who, despite being over forty, still had delicate features, and murmured softly.
"Mom... I have something very important to tell you..."
"Drink some soup first... What's so important? Talk while you eat."
"Okay."
Mu Wan pressed her lips together, trying to say something, but no words came out.
The quiet light spilled gently over the mother and daughter, creating a warm atmosphere.
Mu Wan tugged at the corner of her lips...
"It's like this... this morning, I... I..."
