"Think about Chyou, think about Chyou, and think about Chyou! That's all I hear every single time. For once, just for once, can anybody think about me? I have to consider her feelings because she is a child. Then do my feelings disappear anywhere because I am an adult!? Do they lose their importance just because I am mature and older?"
Xinyi pursed her lips. "Caihong…"
"No Xinyi, let me speak. If things are unfair to Chyou, then things are unfair to me, too, and trust me, I know this very well. From the moment Mrs. An Meiying stepped into the An residence, I already knew my future. I wasn't going to get any mother's love. I already realized her fake love and concern for me. I was the same age as Chyou."
Her gaze dimmed.
