Jian Ran stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, holding the ring she had picked up in her hand, her back straightened, her eyes dull looking at the white snow scene outside.

It was as if her mother was standing outside the window, smiling at her tenderly and kindly: "My family's Ranran is the most obedient, and my mother likes Ranran the most..."

"Mom..." Jian Ran rushed over to hug her mother, but bumped into the glass window.