Before Qin Xiaorou replied, Old Mrs. Qiao waved her hand and said, "Forget it. Although I was disgusted with her back then, I only have sympathy for her now. After all, she is a poor girl.”

After a while, Old Mrs. Qiao said to herself, "She doesn't want money or a villa, so she should have somewhere to go, and it won't be too hard for her in the future, so let her go."

Qin Xiaorou thought so too.

Bai Xiaoru said she wanted to go to a relative's house, so she must have a place to stay.

She could only wish Bai Xiaoru well in her heart and hope that Bai Xiaoru would be happy in the future.

...

In the dark night, Bai Xiaoru's lonely and slim figure appeared.

The so-called relative’s house was a fabrication by Bai Xiaoru.

She had no place to go!

The reason she said this was that she was afraid that Old Mrs. Qiao and Qin Xiaorou would force her to stay at the villa.

The villa was full of memories of her and her son, and now that her son had been taken away, she could not stay there any longer.

Otherwise whenever she saw the scenes, she couldn’t bear it.

But could she bear it after leaving the villa?

Bai Xiaoru had thought she could.

After all, she had known this day was coming and had prepared for it.

She also knew that with Qin Xiaorou around, her son would be treated well.

But why did her heart ache?

It was as if something was ripping her heart apart, tearing it into pieces.

It ached.

Very badly.

It was so painful that she could barely walk. She could only bend over and exhale heavily.

...

It was getting darker and darker.

Seeing fewer and fewer people on the road, Bai Xiaoru braced herself and went to a cheap hostel to stay.

She hadn't yet figured out what her future would be.

When she arrived at the hostel, Bai Xiaoru lay down.

But the pain had not gone away, and it was still tearing at her heart like crazy.

...

The next day.

Bai Xiaoru had planned to stay at the hostel for one night, but the pain was too much for her.

It was so painful that she couldn't get up.

Bai Xiaoru lay in the bed for three days and nights without eating or drinking.

The red colour had faded out of her face.

Because of the pain and the lack of food and drink, she had no strength left in her body and even found it hard to lift her arms.

...

Meanwhile, in City A.

Qin Yu's small shop, no, it's not a small shop anymore.

It should be a big shop now.

The daily sales had exceeded many other bakeries combined, and it was no longer the same small shop.

At midday, a girl applied for a job at Qin Yu's bakery.

It was a young girl who was shy when she spoke.

Qin Yu somehow felt that this girl looked like someone.

But she couldn't remember exactly who she looked like.

After the girl left, Qin Yu remembered.

This person looked like Bai Xiaoru!

Her shy and cautious face looked like Bai Xiaoru, didn't it?

Thinking of Bai Xiaoru, Qin Yu was absent-minded.

Last time, she and Bai Xiaoru had met in City A.

It had been a long time since they saw each other.

How was Bai Xiaoru doing now?

Was her child still being raised by herself or the Qiao Palace had taken him away?

After thinking about it, Qin Yu decided to call Bai Xiaoru.

The first time she called, there was no answer.

The second time, there was still no answer.

This made Qin Yu feel uneasier.

She started to dial Bai Xiaoru's mobile phone over and over again, and when she dialed for the tenth time, the call was answered.

Bai Xiaoru's voice suddenly sent a chill down Qin Yu's spine.