Beicheng was very big, and they drove through most of the city.
Mo Yaqin’s mother’s home, Mo Sui’s childhood home, her elementary school, junior high school, high school…
But no matter where they were, they could not find her whereabouts.
Mo Sui laughed at herself: “Why would I think she was in these places? She is different from other mothers. Even if her memory goes back to more than ten or twenty years ago, she would not think of looking for me.”
Gu Yicheng looked at his wife in the co-pilot seat with heartache.
Mo Sui said nothing on the surface when her mother did such a thing, but the blow she suffered must be not small.
The sun went down, and Nurse Huang called again.
“Miss Mo, Aunt Mo is back! That’s great, she’s finally back!” Said Nurse Huang.
Mo Sui’s expression became increasingly ugly.
Once again, she was played around by her mother.
How long would Mo Yaqin continue to torment her?
“Let’s go to the nursing home.” She said.
The family of three arrived at the nursing home.
When she reached the door of the suite, she took a deep breath, turned back, and said softly to An An: “An An, don’t go in. Go to the hall outside and wait for Mom.”
Gu Yicheng knew that she was afraid of scaring the child, so he took An An’s hand: “Let’s go over there to play.”
After An An turned around with Gu Yicheng, Mo Sui took the key from the nurse and opened the door to the room.
In the room, Mo Yaqin was sitting on the bed.
She lowered her head and was knitting a sweater, looking unhurried.
The light yellow wool was wrapped around her hands. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and glanced at Mo Sui.
But after just one glance, she lowered her head again and continued to weave with concentration.
Mo Sui looked at her and slowly approached.
Originally, she had a lot of anger in her heart.
But at this time, the sun was setting and the golden light fell on Mo Yaqin. She did not look anxious but very quiet.
Mo Sui suddenly felt that this feeling was familiar yet strange.
As a child, she had relied on and trusted her mother wholeheartedly.
From childhood to adulthood, Mo Yaqin had always controlled her.
When she was a child, Mo Sui did not know how to resist, but when she grew up, she did not want to resist anymore.
Because Mo Yaqin was also pitiful.
In that era, she had no education, no proper job, and had to make a living alone with her daughter. She suffered a lot.
Mo Sui did not want to become her, but she understood her.
But now, Mo Sui felt that she was too ridiculous.
How could she understand Mo Yaqin?
Mo Sui walked forward slowly, and all the things that happened in the past appeared in front of her. Her eyes gradually became wet.
Her mother was very paranoid, but no matter what, was that love also fake?
When she was a child, her mother was short of money, but when she went out to eat noodles, she would add a poached egg for her.
When she grew up, her mother had a stable job and tried to take her to the park to play bumper cars.
During the confinement period, her mother prepared sumptuous confinement meals for her and did not allow her to touch cold water. She had to heat the water first and then let it cool down before washing her hands…
Mo Sui always thought that Mo Yaqin loved her.
At this time, she walked step by step to Mo Yaqin and asked softly: “Did you really throw my daughter away?”
Mo Yaqin did not even raise her head and continued to knit.
Mo Sui’s face was pale, and one hand held her knitting needle tightly: “Where is she?”
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