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Luo Dacheng's eyes were red and moist when he said this.
Lin Meng struggled to blink, and after a few faint breaths, she shook her head—
"I know you… you have always been preoccupied with him… it's just… it's just… he never cared that much about me… What happened between him and me, it has long become a thing of the past…"
Lin Meng was calm at this moment.
For some reason, when that wave of darkness approached, she felt as if she was about to be liberated.
She had lived these years for her family, for her husband, for her son...
She had never really lived for herself.
She understood that deep down she still harbored a sliver of hope, but upon seeing Shu Qiang again, she suddenly felt a little hopeless.
Such despair was not just because of Shu Qiang, but also because of herself.
This kind of life, continuing it might not mean anything, arriving at this point, she suddenly felt it was enough, there was nothing left to look forward to, no more burdens to bear, it's just...
