Si Jingyu frowned and looked at Li Shu, who was obviously in low spirits. She said, "Li Shu, over a son, is it worth it?"
She placed both her hands on the table and looked at Li Shu with much disappointment. Among all their old friends, Li Shu had the most mettle and the best literary reputation. Her energy and enthusiasm also attracted the most suitors. But now, it was as though the woman was living half a life.
What had become of Li Shu today?
Although the woman had come prepared to see her, the weariness beneath her dolled-up exterior was evident.
Si Jingyu clenched her fists tightly, on one hand furious over Mo Zhi, on the other hand feeling sorrowful for Li Shu.
She looked at Li Shu and said sincerely and earnestly, "You should have left him when he had an affair at that time. But you stayed for the child and just went on with life as it was. Since that was the case, why didn't you just focus on educating Mo Zhi?"
