Lu Yumei sighed, looking out at the enchanting lights of the city.
She slowly and softly said, "Now that I only have one daughter left, how could I not wish for her to find a good husband?"
"Mom..."
Zhao Han, feeling inexplicably sad, called out before speaking in a low voice, "You are a good mother, maybe Zhao Yan will..."
"No more. I've raised that girl since she was young and I know her personality very well."
"But... whose child is she after all? How could she just..."
Zhao Han, quick-witted, seized the moment to press for answers.
Lu Yumei didn't get angry but instead got up and looked at Zhao Han, tears misting in her eyes.
Lu Yumei wiped her eyes with a tissue and said, "It's getting late; I'm going to sleep, and you should rest early too. Tomorrow, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau early. Some marriages, the sooner the better."
"Oh, okay, Mom. You go rest, I'll clean up here."
