Even though Cheng Qingchong didn't elaborate, Qin Yinan understood what she meant. He chuckled mirthlessly before saying, "Don't thank me. After all, this is no skin off my back, right? You should be worried about your mother; the happier she is now, the greater the despair she will feel when she finds out about the truth. After all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. You should know how that feels…"
You should know how that feel… She did understand what he meant; it was he who gave her hope as high as the sky before slamming her cruelly down into the abyss of disappointment. The color of blood slowly drained from Cheng Qingchong's face. She didn't speak, but a bouquet of bitterness started to bloom in her heart.
