"Cuifen is not my daughter? How could it be Sheng Ning? How could it be her?" The thought of Sheng Ning being her daughter sent chills down Su Yun's spine.
She recalled the girl who performed the Butterfly Lovers at the Mid-Autumn Festival gala, the same girl who graced the front page of the factory's newspaper.
Thinking about her previous aversion and dislike, she dropped the materials in agony and covered her face with her hands.
She didn't understand what was wrong with her; she should have been happier. Sheng Ning was more accomplished than Qin Cuifen, prettier and more outstanding. Then why, when she had thought Qin Cuifen was her daughter, did she feel only joy, guilt, and the urge to make amends?
Why, now that it was Sheng Ning, did she feel such conflict and entanglement in her heart?
That's it! Su Yun finally realized where her discomfort, her hostility came from. The way Sheng Ning looked at her made her extremely uncomfortable.
