But she admitted it.
She never really held any hope of hearing her daughter call her "mom" again before she died.
Mom?
Having abandoned her daughter over a decade ago, what right did she have to be called "mom"?
She simply wasn't worthy...
"Thousand..." Luo Qing reached out to Qianxun.
Qianxun hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, trembling slightly, and placed her hand into her mother's palm.
Her hand was cold, while Qianxun's was warm, and in that moment, it seemed to slowly warm her heart.
"I'm sorry..." Luo Qing's cheeks were streaked with tears. "I'm really sorry, Thousand... Mom was wrong... I know I was wrong... I don't expect you to forgive me. Just the fact that you came to see me today already makes me incredibly happy... Even if you hadn't come, you would not have been at fault."
Qianxun bit her lip, her tear-stricken face barely visible, remaining silent.
