Chapter 934 - We are Home (2/2)

Just that, no matter what, Shen Yijun could not forgive them. She had said before unless she could see Xia Ruoxin whole and without worry, they would never interact again until the day she died.

What did she mean by ‘day she died’? How old were they? One of their feet was already sunk in the mud. Was it still far from the day she died?

In the Lu family, Qin Xuejuan was instructing the helpers to tidy up the place.

“Yes, it’s here. Clean it up a bit.”

“Also, change all of Missy’s things in the house. Things like blankets… don’t wash them; just throw them.”

Actually, Qin Xuejuan was quite superstitious so the bed that Xia Ruoxin had slept on and related things like her blankets all needed to be changed to a different color so that she could live comfortably.

She just wanted her missy to not suffer anymore. When she thought of this, Qin Xuejuan could not help but sigh. Even though she was not the real missy of the Lu family, even Old Sir and Madam and the helpers had already treated her like a missy.

Of course, she hoped that she would be safe and sound without suffering from anything.

“Auntie Qin picked this for you. Do you like it?”

Jian Qingying pointed into the room and asked Xia Ruoxin.

“I like it very much.” Xia Ruoxin nodded. All the furniture in her room had been changed, and it really looked like something new. Besides, she really liked the lilac color. “Thank you, Auntie Qin.” She thanked her sweetly.

“You’re welcome.” Qin Xuejuan wiped her hands on her shirt and then remembered that she was still boiling some soup.

“Oh, yes. I’ll go check on my soup. When it’s ready, I’ll have some for you.” As she said that, she walked out.

Jian Qingying arranged her daughter’s hair. “You should rest, too. Let’s talk again when you’re awake.”

“Okay. Thank you, Mom.” Xia Ruoxin extended her hands to hug Jian Qingying. In the end, the person who gave her motherly love in this world was someone that was not even related to her by blood.

As for that biological mother of hers, she had not done anything for her daughter in her entire life and had not fulfilled the responsibility of being a mother even for a day so she did not deserve to be called that.

Actually, Jian Qingying wanted to talk to her daughter even more. However, when she saw the exhaustion on Xia Ruoxin’s face, she then remembered that she was still a patient. The doctor had said that she needed a few more years for her to fully recover. Thinking of her daughter’s suffering, her heart hurt.

In the room when Xia Ruoxin was left alone, she then opened the cupboard. Inside the cupboard, she took out the very old doll.

“Rainy, we’re home.” She pressed her face against the doll. If someone had seen her current look, their hearts would ache.

She was not crazy and was mentally very well. She had lost her only daughter and had even lost herself.