Mrs. Woshuang's heart ached terribly as she pulled Lingzhao into her arms. Perhaps because an adult's embrace was so broad, Lingzhao could only stammer incoherently, unable to finish a sentence. In the end, all she heard was Mrs. Woshuang saying, "Mother has thought it through, too. I won't fight you over Xiaotian anymore. Xiaotian treats you so well—I'm truly envious. If that heartless man had treated me like this back then, how could I have clung to Xiaotian like this? I always felt that he and I were such a good match. Even our ages and temperaments—I liked everything about him so much that I couldn't help myself... But after seeing how hard this has been for you, Mother has finally come to her senses. I won't fight you over Xiaotian anymore. I'll simply grow old alone... sob, sob. As long as my child is happy, Mother can just watch from the side..."
I watched with a face full of envy, but soon Lingzhao pushed her mother away with a look of great strain and asked in astonishment, "Huh? Mother, how did you suddenly come to think this way? I've only just come to my senses myself. I wasn't planning to stop you from joking around with Brother Tian anymore, because I know that divorcing Father on your own must have been painful. After meeting Brother Tian, you finally managed to forget about it a little and cheer up, but I kept making you disappointed and cry over and over... What an unfilial daughter I am... Mother, I won't stop you anymore, all right?"
"Lingzhao... sob, sob, my Lingzhao..." Mrs. Woshuang burst into tears, moved beyond words, and once again reached out to pull Lingzhao into her arms. But this time Lingzhao was prepared. She braced both hands against her