Xiao Yu hugged Jiang Lan and cried for a long time before stopping.
She no longer felt wronged. She looked at Jiang Lan and said.
"Darling, it's all your fault." Xiao Yu kicked Jiang Lan and said.
"You made so many scales appear on my body."
"It's my fault." Jiang Lan nodded.
"En, it's good that you admit your mistake." Xiao Yu reached out and patted Jiang Lan's head.
Then, she opened the luggage one by one and placed the items in it back in her original place.
"You're not moving?" Jiang Lan asked.
"No." Xiao Yu turned to look at Jiang Lan stubbornly.
"Not moving."
"It will be very bitter." Jiang Lan came to Xiao Yu's side and caressed her head.
She had to endure suspicion, discrimination, and difficulty in being accepted.
It was the suffering of life and the suffering of the human heart.
She had to endure all of them.
What normally made a person break down was usually just a gaze or a sentence.
