Mother hadn't told her a story. Xie Yuqiao had even asked her father about it and tried to find a little news about her father. But,no,her mother had used busyness as an excuse to back.
Mother was a busy woman without a story. Her father's image only existed in Xie Yuqiao mind. So far,her father's image was just like the blue sky above her head,right in front of her eyes and far away.
But now,she was telling such a beautiful story. Was this story related to her?
Was that kind and brave Miss Yun,her mother?
Xie Yuqiao took a blanket and gently covered her mother's body. Then,she brought over a cup of hot water and carefully handed it to her mother's mouth." Mom,have a drink of water." Her voice was as soft as a cloud.
Oh,what a gentle voice,what a sweet voice. Xie Liqin seemed to hear
