I look at my mom Xiao Kui. Without her makeup, her brows and eyes are gentle as she seriously packs items for a variety show recording, her eyes clean and pure. To this day, she still sincerely misses the kindness of An'an's family, never guarding against those schemes hidden beneath smiling faces. It was always my mom and dad who poured all their resources to help and support them, but in the end, it was met with biting the hand that feeds.