Rebirth or let the ungrateful wolf be born

Liu Ling was not the only one who was shocked. Sichun, who was eavesdropping in the bedroom, was also completely stunned. She couldn't imagine that what she heard was so bizarre. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat accelerated, as if time had stopped. Was all this true? She couldn't help but start to wonder if she had heard it wrong.

"Do you think I'm mentally ill? I have always thought that I am mentally ill. The young Jiang Jie's voice was trembling and desperate, and her eyes were full of pain and helplessness. She felt like a child lost in the darkness, unable to find a way out. And in such helplessness, she found Liu Ling, even though she had just spoken rudely to her some time ago.

Liu Ling felt a pang of pain as she looked at the young Jiang Jie, whose face was red and full of tears. She had never seen the young Jiang Jie so vulnerable. The woman who was always strong and confident had become so helpless. She couldn't help but think of the difficult times she had experienced, when she also needed someone to listen and understand her.

"Don't say that. Everyone gets emotional sometimes. You're just in a bad mood now. It will get better later." Liu Ling tried to comfort young Jiang Jie with a gentle tone, but she knew in her heart that these words might not really alleviate the pain in the woman's heart. However, she still hoped to give her some warmth and support, so that she knew she was not alone.

Liu Ling gently patted the young Yan's shoulder and looked at her with pity: "Believe me, you are not alone. We will all encounter setbacks and difficulties, but as long as we don't give up, we will always find a way to solve the problem. You must believe in your own abilities and values, and don't deny yourself easily."

Young Jiang Jie nodded slightly, tears rolling down her cheeks again. She looked at Liu Ling with gratitude, and a warm current surged in her heart. Although she was still confused and lost, at least she was no longer alone. She knew that no matter what the future held, she could rely on Liu Ling's company and support. In her heart, this woman could be trusted, even if she was not her friend.

But Liu Ling didn't want to have too close a relationship with her.

So she said tactfully: "Sichun and Jiesheng are good friends. As Jiesheng's mother, you don't have to be too polite. If you have time, you are welcome to come to my house. I will explain everything to Sichun and clear up the misunderstanding between you so that you won't be so nervous next time you meet."

Liu Ling thought that the young Jiang Jie would understand her meaning and give up. However, to her surprise, the young Jiang Jie did not understand her meaning, but responded happily: "It's great that you said that. I won't be polite! I will come to play with you every day in the future!"

Hearing this, Liu Ling didn't know how to respond for a moment, and could only reluctantly agree: "Okay...Okay, you are welcome to visit me anytime." After saying this, Liu Ling felt embarrassed and wondered in her heart how to deal with this sudden situation.

Sichun heard her mother's words in her room and knew that she had shot herself in the foot. She wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud. She quickly closed the door, sat at the table and sent an emoticon to Jiesheng. "Guess what I heard?" Sichun asked mischievously.

"What did you hear? She didn't make a scene with your mom at your house, did she?" Jiesheng had been holding his phone and waiting for Sichun's message, and he replied immediately after seeing it.

"Haha, no! I really want to see you now! And then tell you what I just heard." Sichun's hands were shaking with excitement as she typed.

"Okay, then come out, I'll be waiting for you downstairs at your house." Jiesheng replied.

"You came here so quickly?" Sichun was a little surprised.

"Well, I want to see you." Jiesheng's simple words made Sichun's heart beat faster.

"Okay, then wait for me." Sichun replied to the message and quickly got up to change clothes.

When Sichun went downstairs, she saw Jiesheng standing under the streetlight at the entrance of the community, his figure stretched out by the light. He put his hands in his pockets, with a faint smile on his face. Sichun trotted over and threw herself into his arms.

"What's wrong?" Jiesheng felt that Sichun was a little upset and asked with concern.

"I'll tell you later. Let's find a place to sit down first." Sichun pulled Jiesheng to a nearby milk tea shop.

The two sat down and ordered two cups of tea. Sichun couldn't wait to tell Jiesheng what she had just heard.

"You know what? Your mother is your mother, but she is different from your previous mother. She has lost her memory, and there is a discrepancy between her memory and reality..." Sichun lowered her voice and told Jiesheng everything she had heard.

After listening to this, Jiesheng frowned and said, "I didn't expect this to happen. What is her purpose in saying this?"

"I don't know, but I'm not afraid as long as you're here." Sichun leaned on Jiesheng's shoulder, feeling full of security.

They talked for a long time until late at night, and they were worried that Liu Ling would be worried. Jiesheng sent Sichun home, and only turned and left after watching her walk into the corridor.

Just as Liu Ling was racking her brains to think of how to comfort young Jiang Jie, she suddenly noticed a detail - her daughter Sichun was tiptoeing towards the door. Apparently, Sichun wanted to sneak out when no one was paying attention. At this time, young Jiang Jie was still immersed in her own sadness and did not notice Sichun's actions at all. Liu Ling also pretended to be indifferent and continued to talk to young Jiang Jie. After all, in this situation, if Sichun could leave home for a while, it might make the atmosphere a little easier.

After young Jiang Jie confided her worries to Liu Ling, she felt relieved. Then, Liu Ling began to tell about the past events of young Jiang Jie. These stories were blank parts of young Jiang Jie's memory. Listening to Liu Ling's description of a person who acted completely differently from her current self, she felt very unfamiliar. It was as if that was another person's life trajectory, not her own experience.

After nine o'clock, Liu Ling began to look at the clock on the wall frequently.

"I'm leaving. It's too late. I've disturbed you for too long." Young Jiang Jie also noticed Liu Ling's little action. She didn't know that she was worried about Sichun who was still outside, and misunderstood that she was hinting that it was too late.

Because Liu Ling was worried about her daughter, she did not ask young Jiang Jie to stay for a while.

"Okay, then you go back and rest early. You can come over to play as long as I rest." Liu Ling stood up and sent young Jiang Jie out the door. She did not go back to the house immediately, but looked at the door for a long time. When she did not see her daughter, she returned to the house reluctantly.

She took out her cell phone and called her daughter, but found that the phone was ringing in her daughter's bedroom. She could only sit on the sofa in the living room and wait for her daughter to come home. She also guessed that her daughter went out to be with Jiesheng. She did not question Jiesheng's character, but she was still worried that her daughter was alone with him so late.