What she regretted most was that she couldn't save her mother. And what comforted her most was that with what she had earned her mother didn't have to suffer as much. She had died in peace, though with endless grievance.
Yan Huan knew her mother was just worried about her, but she picked the wrong road and subjected herself to a tragic ending.
Sometimes she wondered whether she would be treated differently if her mother was still here, instead of being demeaned like a lunatic, a dog the Lus kept. Maybe she would escape the fate of seeing her own body being cut open and her then only six-month-old baby taken away–she didn't even have a chance to bury her herself.
And the only thing she did right in her last life might be taking the bullet, or, rather, the blade, for Lu Yi.
Lu Yi. The man still stirred her mind in an inexplicable way every time she thought of him. She had no clue how he would react to the discovery of her death.
