I sat on the round table in the living room, looking at Mama Cheng across from me. I picked up the water glass in front of me and turned it around in my hands, not knowing how to speak.
"Xiao Fei, have you blamed me these years?"
I raised my head and looked at her. I don't know if it was because she was wearing home clothes, but I felt that she was not as arrogant as she was in the cemetery that day, and she seemed a little apologetic from my expression.
I didn't say anything because I couldn't go against my will. It would be a lie to say I didn't complain. If I did, she had really loved me for many years.
"Maybe you think I'm selfish, but I still want to say, Xiaofei." She paused, her voice choked with sobs, until I couldn't bear it and looked up at her. Unsurprisingly, she cried. She always knew where my weakness was, "For the sake of me working hard to take care of you for so many years, I'm begging you to stay away from Junyou, okay?"
"I have no influence on him now, right?" I clenched the water glass in my hand and stopped looking at her.
"Do you really want me to kneel down?"
I lowered my head, said nothing, and kept holding the cup in my hand tightly. Oh, are we about to start again?
"How could you be so cruel? Have you forgotten who took you in and raised you?" Sure enough, her weakness could not last long.
"I didn't get close to him"
"That's not what Mengmeng said. She said she saw you yesterday and came to ask for news about my adopted daughter. Why did you come back to live there? Can't you move?"
"That's my home"
"Is he really the same person as your mother? Your home? What is the relationship between Xiaohao and you? How can you calmly say that this is your home!"
I don't know what to say. Yes, how can I have the shame to say that it is my home? After all, the house belongs to Gu Zihao. What is the relationship between me and him now?
"I'll move."