The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Under the bleak moonlight, Xia Beiqing's eyes flashed a hideously: "Help me keep an eye on it, and report to me immediately if there is any news."

Hanging up the phone, Xia Beiqing picked up the photo again and tore the photo from the middle of Shen Zhiyu and Wei Heng. Half of Shen Zhiyu's were properly placed, and half of Wei Heng's was grabbed by Xia Beiqin. In the palm of his hand, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

In the middle of the night, Xia Beiqin was lying on the bed, in a daze, feeling a warm hand, pulling his hair away, stroking his forehead, as if a feather slipped across, bringing a moment of relief.

Xia Beiqing slowly stood with her eyes, and noticed that there was a woman beside the bed. The woman was wearing a floral dress with seaweed-like hair wrapped in her ears, bathing in the moonlight, like an angel descending.

She looked at Xia Beiqin with her gentle eyes, her lips raised a spoiled smile, and she whispered, "A Qing."

Xia Beiqing was stunned for a while, and then tears burst out. He suddenly sat up and threw himself into the woman's arms, crying bitterly.

"mom…"

This is his mother. They haven't seen each other for a long time, and even in the dream, his mother has not come to him.

Mother's hands were still as warm as before, stroking his head, and asked in a gentle and pleasant voice: "You like him, don't you?"

Xia Beiqing's cry stopped, he knew that his mother was referring to Shen Zhiyu, and nodded without hesitation.

"Like... I like it very much, but... just because I like it, I feel sorry for you... He is the younger brother of that woman, I shouldn't like him, I betrayed you, mother..."

The woman chuckled lightly, as if the spring breeze was blowing in her face: "Baby A Qing, there is nothing that should be done or not. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. Mom is no longer there, but you are still alive. You should look forward if you are alive. Go forward, don't be caught by anyone, my dear, if you always trap yourself in the past, how can mother rest assured?"

Xia Beiqing slowly raised her head and looked at the woman in the moonlight with a pair of hazy teary eyes: "Mom, don't you blame me?"

"Why?" The woman wiped away tears from the corners of Xia Beiqing's eyes with her fingers, and smiled: "Mom respects all the choices you make, don't think about whether you are worthy of me, life is yours, you should ask you. Inwardly, are you worthy of yourself? Only if you are worthy of yourself first, can you have the right to think about whether you are worthy of others."

In his heart...

It was he who tortured himself into this appearance, locked in the room all day, refused to communicate with anyone, wasted his studies, and even stopped pursuing his dreams.

Obviously I want Teacher Shen, but I force myself not to think about it. I obviously like Teacher Shen, but I force myself not to like it. I obviously want to go to Teacher Shen, but I force myself not to look for it.

He was really sorry for himself.

"Baby, think about it, you will find the answer." The woman slowly let go of Xia Beiqin.

"Mom! Where are you going!" Xia Beiqing wanted to catch the woman, but his hand passed through the woman's body. He watched the woman merge with the moonlight, and then completely dissipated.

"Mom!" Xia Beiqing rushed towards the moonlight, and fell to the ground severely.

The next second, Xia Beiqing opened his eyes again, almost bounced off the bed, cold sweat fell down his forehead, he looked around, and there was no mother in the empty room.

It turned out to be just a dream.