Mo Fei also leaned back in her chair and looked at Xiao Yaojing opposite her.
"Life is a kind of inheritance. Before we became parents, we always felt that we could live our lives freely, and living a carefree life was a kind of freedom. We always felt that we were out of the pattern that society had drawn for us. We did not follow the trend, but lived out our own lives. This was our own big pattern. "But when we pass on our lives, when we see that little life and hear her first cry, we realize that we have long left behind the people who brought us into this world. We have forgotten that we originated from them. We have forgotten that our pattern originated from them,"Xiao Yaojing said, she shrugged her shoulders slightly.
Mo Fei lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tidying up her sleeves.
"Do you know why Yezi left Bai Ying decisively when she was pregnant, but she forgave her so easily after that?"
Mo Fei did not answer.
