After many years, Zhao Ying saw Shen Biran again and was dumbfounded.
Time hadn't left its marks on Shen Biran; she was still the same graceful woman from years ago who turned away with poise, the woman Gu Qingyuan had given her. Elegant and composed, she was the epitome of nobility.
"You... why are you here?!"
Unlike Zhao Ying, who had a face molded by money in her middle age, Shen Biran had a look and temperament that made Zhao Ying feel threatened.
Faced with such a woman standing in front of Zhao Ying again, how could she not feel both excited and anxious?
"I've come to see my daughter."
Shen Biran had no interest in quarreling with Zhao Ying in the hospital. Their grievances were a joke from years ago, and besides, Shen Biran hadn't taken them to heart at all.
The one who couldn't let go of this grudge was no one else but Zhao Ying.
