Chapter 220
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Seeing that Lin Nuan didn't avoid them in disgust or panic, the neighbors stood at the entrance of the building and looked at her with a strange gaze.
It was a large room of 50 square meters, and the bathroom and kitchen were connected.
The old house was on the first floor. The windows weren't big, and they were high and equipped with rusty anti-theft nets. The inside of the house was dark and filled with a damp and moldy smell.
The residence of her biological parents was harder to accept than Lin Nuan had imagined. It was probably because she had lived a wealthy and well-off life since she was young, so she didn't know the hardships of the world.
Lin Nuan stood in the living room, not knowing where to sit. She stared at the back view of the busy woman like a fool.
His biological mother didn't wash her hands. Her dirty hands were washing the noodles, cutting the vegetables … and beating the eggs. She did everything so skillfully that she didn't look like a lunatic at all.
The bowl of tomato egg noodles was brought to Lin Nuan. Lin Nuan saw her birth mother looking at her with a fervent gaze, saying, "Ran Ran, eat! Ranran, eat! "
Lin Nuan didn't mind that she was covered in mud, and she didn't mind that she hadn't washed her muddy hands. She finished the bowl of tomato egg noodles, including the soup.
She couldn't taste the food, only feeling bitterness in her mouth and teeth. The bitterness spread to the bottom of her heart, making her want to cry. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles hurt.
When they met again, it was in a mental hospital.
Lin Nuan looked through the window at the crazy woman who was hugging a doll and coaxing it in a low voice.
Because the others were too noisy, she was worried that they would disturb her daughter, so she angrily threw a chair at them …
Lin Nuan's birth mother's condition was worse than when she first met her.
She no longer addressed Lin Nuan as Ran Ran. It was as if she had poured all of her remaining emotions into the doll in her arms, even when Lin Nuan was sitting in front of her. Her eyes drifted past Lin Nuan in a daze, and she only whispered to the doll in her arms in a hushed voice.
Lin Nuan didn't understand a lunatic's world. She heard that a lunatic's world was completely destroyed, leaving only nothingness. But she felt that in her birth mother's world … the softest part was still there. That was her daughter.
For the first time, she understood why maternal love was called great. It was from her biological mother, who was called a madwoman. Even if all the sanity in her world had disappeared, she still had a deep love for her daughter, which had not changed over the years.
Fu Huai 'an could see the forbearance beneath Lin Nuan's calm exterior.
She sniffled lightly, her fair and delicate little hands gripping the chopsticks as she finished the bowl of noodles in small bites.
That night, Lin Nuan slept soundly.
She didn't know if it was because she was exhausted, or if it was because of the warm wall behind her that wrapped her in warmth.
…
The next day, when Lin Nuan arrived home, Bai Xiaonian saw that Lin Nuan was wearing new clothes and carrying old ones in her hands. She didn't wait for Lin Nuan to finish changing her shoes before she stood at the entrance. Bai Xiaonian didn't ask Lin Nuan about staying out all night. She spoke with certainty, "Were you with Fu Huai 'an last night?"
Having been seen through by Bai Xiaonian, Lin Nuan's ears turned red. She placed her bag on the ground, put on her cotton slippers, and carried her dirty clothes to the bathroom.
Bai Xiaonian followed behind Lin Nuan. Seeing Lin Nuan take out her underwear and stuff her coat into the washing machine, she asked, "So … did Fu Huai 'an agree to help you after one night?"
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