The room returned to silence, as if the storm had never arrived.
"Why were you so harsh on him? Even if he's not the father of your child, you didn't have to say such heart-wrenching words."
Yan Yu sighed as she watched her.
"Especially since he is the father of your child!"
Ye Lu looked at her in shock, full of confusion: "Mother, what are you talking about?"
Yan Yu: "A mother knows her daughter best, don't I see it clearly? You are stubborn because the truer something is, the more you deny it with your words. But sometimes, when you say things too harshly, you'll regret it in the future."
Happening to recall something, her eyes were filled with a melancholic sorrow.
"Regret that back then you hurt him so deeply, every wound cut to the heart, and there were no longer chances to make amends."
"I will not regret it."
Ye Lu bit her lip, thinking of Third Young Master Jun's wrongdoings, she was seething with anger.
