The reflection in the mirror, slowly shrinking, disappeared.,Shaking, she felt the vibration of a WeChat message on her phone, but she ignored it. When she got off the bus, she glanced at it – it was from Jiang Lan. There wasn't anything special about it, just everyday conversation.,In City C, she needs to stay for about a month, and the conditions are definitely not as good as being at home. But Huo Jiao is quite used to it. Doing things well doesn't necessarily mean living comfortably, it's just that she misses her children.。