Wenren Lan hadn't expected so much to have happened in the past year. She had gone to her old home only to find the house had been sold. When she couldn't reach Du'Er's father by phone, she finally contacted Wenren Meng.
As her sister finished her story, Wenren Lan lightly tapped her finger on the rim of her cup, a dull, oppressive weight settling over her.
She didn't have deep feelings for her husband. Their marriage had been a family arrangement that brought her to Qingzhou in the first place, and over more than a decade, she had spent very little time with Du'Er's father. But her heart always ached for her daughter. The situation a year ago had been an emergency. Before leaving, she had specifically left one million yuan for her family, hoping her parents and sister could help look after Du'Er. Who would have thought that Du'Er's father would sell the house and gamble all the money away in the stock market?
