Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration

Ye Shaohua bent her head to pick up the photographs scattered on the ground—these were the very images that had been printed from the forum, where her face was clearly recognizable.

Even when kneeling, she held her back as straight as a rod.

"Mom, I don’t care about those outsiders who don’t know me, who misunderstand and distrust me," Ye Shaohua said, holding the pictures, giving her mother a serious look, "but you’re my mom. Have you ever asked me if I really did those things?"

In the original storyline, the straw that broke the camel’s back for the real Ye Shaohua was actually the last phone call from her mother.

If even the people closest to you don’t believe in you, it’s hard not to crumble.

"I swear, every penny I’ve spent has been earned honestly and with dignity."

Seeing her like this, Ye Shaohua’s mother reached out to steady her shoulders and knelt beside her, tears streaming down her face, "Mom is just afraid you’re taking the wrong path. Some mistakes, once made, can never be undone; do you understand...?"

This was the first time Ji Yunchen had observed Ye Shaohua in broad daylight. Standing outside the partially-closed door of the ward, he peered through the gap and saw her kneeling in front of her mother.

The first thing he noticed were her clear, distinct eyes. Her upper body was dressed in a slightly oversized white shirt—though not new, it was clean and well-kept—paired with a simple pair of jeans.

There is a kind of pride ingrained in some people’s bones that can’t be hidden—Ye Shaohua was one of those people.