Qiao Dongyang remained silent.
Chi Yue sighed, "Aunt Dong lives a pretty clear-headed life. After everything she's gone through, I think she's come to terms with it. Whatever happened in the past eventually boils down to her own choices, whether they were right or wrong, she has to own them! She doesn't dwell on the past; she cares about the future..."
Qiao Dongyang pursed his lips, "I don't know how to act around her."
Not his real mother.
Rarely spent time together, no emotional bond.
Guilt doesn't equate to love.
Even their views couldn't change overnight.
Should he pretend to be a good son just because of this guilt? He couldn't do it.
