"Don't worry about me. I'm not as fragile as they think. Their words don't affect me. If they did, then I would be failing the love and care I get from my dad, my eldest brother, and my second brother."
Shen Xinglan smiled. She was very open-minded. She was neither the harbinger of death that people talked about, nor was she the one responsible for her mother's demise.
Childbirth for women is like taking a walk in the jaws of death. Even in these days of advanced technology, there are dangers like severe bleeding, amniotic fluid embolism, and so on. Thus, she couldn't make herself carry the blame for her mother's difficult delivery.
Her mother undoubtedly loved her. If she were to continue blaming herself, then it would be unfair to her mother.
"If you think like this, then I'm relieved," Yin Lian said with a smile. She had been worried about Shen Xinglan being affected, but now that Shen Xinglan had clarified that she wasn't, Yin Lian felt at ease.
