Christine stood by the French window for a while, and upon hearing some faint sounds outside, she turned around, drank the milk from the bedside in one go, and then went out with the empty cup in hand.Hearing the noise, Yasmin glanced up and, thinking about what Joanne had just told her, felt a pang of sympathy. She didn't understand how this girl had grown up, how much hardship she had endured. Even after returning for over a year, she still didn't genuinely bond with her biological mother.The girl was very guarded. Ultimately, it was her own fault for being so neglectful back then.If she hadn't been so careless...Seeing Christine, Yasmin first feigned ignorance and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?""Nothing." Suddenly, Yasmin reached out and hugged her, rubbing her head. "Sweetie, it doesn't matter what you call me, it's just a title. We have plenty of time to get used to it. We'll take it slow."The unexpected embrace made Christine freeze. Normally, Yasmin did like these affect
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