"You are a good person. It is him who didn't recognize or cherish you. You don't need to blame yourself for that."
Luo Yifan reassured, believing that the Chen Jing he saw was the same Chen Jing he had always known.
Chen Jing looked deep into his eyes, "No, Brother Luo, you're wrong. If the me from five or six years ago stood in front of you, you probably wouldn't give me a second glance."
For Chen Jing, Zhu Zhizhou, this man, was someone she had spent twenty years chasing after and making sacrifices for.
Looking back then, she felt as if she had been brainwashed. She saw her past self as stupid beyond belief.
But most importantly, for this foolishness, she lost the love of her family and ruined her daughters' childhoods.
A person like that doesn't deserve admiration, much less love.
"Ah Jing, you're overthinking this!" Luo Yifan mistakenly thought she was being too hard on herself, "You are wonderful, really!"
