The world was constantly changing.
Lin Xiaolu wanted to change, but she did not actually like change.
She wanted to change herself, but she did not want the world around her to change.
Yet reality always went against her wishes. As she gradually grew up, it was the world around her that changed, while she herself remained unable to change.
She went from being confused to understanding, from ignorance to awareness.
The elders she met always said she was innocent and childlike, while classmates she knew often found her immature. Though she hated being described that way, she could not find any reason to refute it.
She truly still liked the things she had liked as a child; she was still the girl in her class furthest from romance; she was still noticeably shorter than everyone her age.
And she was still subconsciously waiting for her mother to return.
Her mother had already died. No longer a child, she could clearly recognize that fact, but she could not help wondering what things would be like if her mother were still alive.
So, she had actually always resisted the appearance of other women around her father.
She did not know how long her father's feelings for her deceased mother could last; she did not know what their already fragile family would become after another woman entered it. She did not want a stepmother.
Even though she knew her father's love life was his freedom, she simply did not want one.
That feeling became especially intense after she met the woman named Hong Siyu.
The first time they met, she could tell that the woman was imitating her mother's mannerisms and habits. That woman was trying to attract and approach her father in that way, giving her an extremely powerful sense of