Leng Sichen, of course, did not know her inner monologue, but listening to her words, a pang of pain shot through his heart.
This person who despised the wealthy families, valued dignity, and could not tolerate insults, he could hardly imagine how she had been facing those so-called "social climbing" pressures and injustices all this time.
Perhaps one day, the reason she stopped loving might not be him, but her dignity that would not allow her to love.
"Aunt, what... what happened?" The speaker was Bai Qianning, who had hurried over.
Dressed in formal attire and gasping for breath, Bai Qianning appeared deeply anxious, "Aunt, what exactly is the matter? I came rushing over as soon as I received your call, please don't cry! Let's talk things over slowly."
"Qianning, my life is so miserable… I've been so bullied, and my son doesn't even speak a word..." Madame Leng began crying on Bai Qianning's shoulder.
