"To get to the truth, I just have to deepen my understanding."
The girl's brain, dulled by a long time of idleness in thought, finally started to operate.
"Since Miss Lin is full of dubious points, I think I can actually let that go for now. But Mother… I've lived with her for such a long time, isn't it too much to always turn a blind eye to certain things?"
"First of all... Um, first is the most important question."
The tip of the pen in Zhu Qingyue's hand suddenly stopped, leaving a spreading ink stain on her diary.
"Where is my dad?"
Yes, people in this world can't have a mother without a father. Whether the parents are divorced or if he passed away early, she should have some impression, right?
——At this moment, a scene suddenly flashed in her mind:
Under the dim light, her mother who was in the kitchen muttered to herself while chopping vegetables at the sink.
