Actually, Long Chengyu did have some understanding of Shu Yimo's feelings.
After a pause, Shu Yimo took a breath and leaned back against the chair, turning her face to look at the dimly receding street view outside the car window, her voice as light as the night breeze that passed by slowly—
"As a child, I did resent my mother and father for a while for not allowing me to be like other kids, but as I grew older, I stopped feeling that way. Who says parents give birth to children solely for the sake of the children? Rather than compromising, it's better to let them live their own lives, and there's nothing wrong with that..."
"Hmm?"
Long Chengyu seemed to sense that she had more to say, so he softly acknowledged her with a low hum, waiting for her to continue.
"No matter if others agree or not... I always feel... that if my mother had compromised and married my father, it may not necessarily have been better..."
"What about us then?"
Long Chengyu asked in a low voice.
