At the mention of her grandfather, Lin Qingqian's eyes could not help but darken, and disappointment and guilt silently lingered in her clear eyes.
Her parents had passed away when she was young. She had grown up by her grandfather's side. Her grandfather was her dearest person in the world. He had once hoped that she could get into a good university and find a good job to live a dignified life.
Her grandfather had said, "A girl doesn't have to get married and have children to be considered a good woman. As long as she studies hard, works hard, and lives a steady life, a girl can also have some achievements."
But she—
From the moment she saw Jiang Yanshen, she had thrown all her grandfather's hopes to the back of her mind. She had wasted seven years and lived a life that her grandfather hated.
