Time Should Not Be a Shackles

At this moment.

I wasn't truly angry yet.

It was almost exactly the same as usual.

Before I truly got angry, I would always give her a chance to explain.

What angered me wasn't that Ye Qingxian had found out.

It was that I had clearly told Ye Qixin before.

Yet she had turned a blind eye to my words.

Did she—did she truly see me as her mother?

Two words instinctively surfaced in my heart, fueling my anger.

Betrayal.

My daughter, whom I trusted most—trusted enough to let her look through my things whenever she wanted, take whatever she wanted.

Even.

I had almost never considered that she might not stand on my side.

Yet within the deepest depths of my motherly love, she had chosen to betray my trust.

I frowned slightly, forcibly pressing the surging emotions in my heart back into stillness.

I was a mother. When it came to my daughter, I couldn't just lose my temper at the drop of a hat.

I took a deep breath and neither lightly nor heavily crossed out the word betrayal in my heart.

Tap, tap, tap.

Everyone's hearts skipped half a beat.

They feared that I would erupt like a volcano the very next second.

For now, the thing they feared most did not happen.

I merely clenched my fist slightly, my gaze calmly fixed ahead, so calm that it seemed devoid of any emotion.

This was an even calmer way of handling things.

I wanted to hear what she had to say next.

Ye Qixin had imagined being questioned by her mother countless times in her mind.

Yet.

What awaited her was not a loud interrogation.

After that still-gentle, soft question came a complicated gaze directed straight at her.

That gaze held far too many emotions. The