Zhou Jiaying shivered and cried again,""I'm already so pitiful, why are you still forcing me ..."
"Are you pitiful?" qingsi looked at her seriously.
Yes, everyone had the same question in their hearts.
Was he pitiful?
No one felt sorry for her. Zhou Jiaying had fallen to this point, and she had brought it upon herself. There were many people in the world who were more pitiful than her, but no one had become so extreme like her.
Although her parents valued boys over girls, they did not completely ignore her. At least, compared to Yan Songnan, they were already very good.
Everyone had their own way of living. If they wanted to live a good life, they had to work hard. They had to work hard in an upright manner and not take the wrong path.
Zhou Jiaying forced herself into a dead end, but when she turned around, she resented others.
No one could choose where they came from, but they could choose their own way of living.
