925 A Gift

It was good to say it out. That way, no one would be burdened by it.

She was Xia Ruoxin; she always had been. She would never become the real Lu Xiaohua. She was not just carrying Lu Xiaohua's identity and face. She bore the burden of lying to a mother, too.

That was good. The sun from outside finally shone on her. She closed her eyes as if she could feel the light dancing on her body. There seemed to be gentle warmth on her every time.

When Lu Jinrong wanted to say something, Jian Qingying placed her finger on her lips.

"Everyone, keep quiet. My daughter is sleeping."

Xia Ruoxin really did fall asleep. She lay quietly there with a gentle smile on her face as if she had had a sweet dream.