Tang Jiayu lingered in her daughter's room until late into the night, chatting about this and that without any particular focus, as if she wanted to pour out everything she had kept bottled up inside her all these years.
Zhong Hua happened to have no desire to sleep either, so she went along with her mother's mood, drifting from one topic to another. Sometimes she would express views that differed from her mother's, but instead of her usual sharp and aggressive posture, she adopted a feline softness.
As the night grew deeper, the chill from outside the window crept into the room, relentlessly challenging human body heat. Tang Jiayu could not help shivering and letting out a yawn; she finally felt a bit drowsy, so she smiled and said "good night" to her daughter before heading toward the door.
Chapter 272