Who was Bibi Dong? The pope of Spirit Hall. When had she ever humbled herself like this before anyone? Yet faced with this child, who had endured pain she never should have borne, she simply could not harden her heart.
After hearing her out, Qian Renxue stood up and looked at Bibi Dong's face, full of hope. In the end, she turned her head away and left the Pavilion.
"Forget it. I... I still have plenty to do. Find someone else."
With that, Qian Renxue hurried away as though fleeing.
Watching Qian Renxue reject her and leave, Bibi Dong's heart filled with an indescribable sorrow and emptiness.
She did not understand. She had already gone this far, so why was Qian Renxue still treating her that way? Even going around Sunday had not worked.
Sitting forlornly in the Pavilion, Bibi Dong drifted into a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Xue'er!"
Just as Bibi Dong's thoughts wandered, a sudden voice sounded behind her.
At the sound, she immediately rose to her feet in excitement. Unfortunately, when she turned around, she saw not Qian Renxue, but the person she loathed beyond measure.
A sneer curled Bibi Dong's lips as she folded her arms and looked at the man before her.
"What are you doing here? Come to laugh at me?"
Hearing that tone, so similar to Qian Renxue's, Sunday marveled that they truly were mother and daughter.
"You're overthinking it. I was just worried you might do something foolish."
Sunday really was afraid Bibi Dong might suddenly lose her mind. This woman's mind simply did not work like other people's.
"Heh, I'm looking for my own daughter. What could possibly happen? What, are you afraid I'll interfere with your plans?"
Bibi Dong sneered at his words. She had not a shred