The children's laughter was crisp and adorable, soft and gentle, warming An Xiaomian's heart, yet leaving a bitter taste.
Without her, the children could actually live very well.
She grasped a glass bottle, holding it tightly to control herself, restraining the urge to rush over and hug Arthur and Arno, to embrace them, kiss them, and tell them how much she missed them.
She thought, if she never appeared in front of the children again, Shangguan Xiu would probably tell them she was a bad mother, that she didn't love them, and they would surely hate her by then.
But, this was for the best.
She would rather have the children hate her, blame her for coveting wealth and the identity of a princess.
She didn't want the children to know from an early age that their mother had passed away.
If they always believed their mother was a bad person, when Shangguan Xiu finds them a new mother, they should be able to adapt to the new mother, right?
