Ying Zijin's gaze paused.
She remembered this date.
It was her birth date.
Ying Zijin recalled the question Yu Xuesheng had asked her—
"Have you ever thought that Madam Su Wen might very well be your mother?"
What the answer was, she hadn't really tried to find out.
Because sometimes hope actually represents more disappointment.
Now it seemed that Su Wen's daughter was clearly buried deep under this land.
There really wasn't any relationship between them.
Su Wen's hand gently caressed the tombstone, her eyes distant, tinged with a hint of reminiscence.
After a moment, she returned to her senses, smiled slightly: "When I married your elder brother, we had already chosen this name."
"The reason for the name Tanxin was to hope she would live her life safely, with a sincere heart, never suffering any grievances."
Sinai was suddenly shocked: "Sister-in-law, so it was you..."
