Zhai Hua felt stiff all over. Hate and despair emanated from within her. Without the need to communicate through any word or action, Qiao Nan could empathize very well with her.
"Sister Zhai Hua, you still have Mom and Dad. You still have grandpa, Brother Zhai and us—so many kins. It's not worth it. Our hearts will ache if you do this."
Perhaps Qiao Nan's last sentence brought out Zhai Hua's sanity that had earlier been completely deceived by resentment and hate. The tears in Zhai Hua's eyes dropped down one by one. One, two, and three.
Heartache?
"Yes."
Hadn't she been constantly longing and searching for someone whose heart would truly ache for her?
Her mother only had her father in her heart. Same as her grandfather, Zhai Sheng had the whole Zhai family in his heart. Qiao Nan had also gone in.
