Ye Lu couldn't help grinding her teeth—Yiyi, that girl, just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
She had already betrayed her before the wedding.
Mu Bao'er sighed as she looked at her, "I feel like you're just like I was at the beginning, after being hurt, shrinking away like a hedgehog, unwilling to accept love ever again. But we both know that's just a form of escapism."
Ye Lu lifted her head, her eyes stubborn, "Mrs. Ji, I'm different from you. You and Mr. Ji truly loved each other. Even if it was painful, you had the foundation of love, which is why, in the end, you will be happy. But I'm different from him; I don't love him anymore, and he doesn't love me. Right now, we're just bound together because of the child."
"Let's not talk about whether he loves you or not. Do you really think you've stopped loving him?" Bao'er asked her.
"...Of course."
She couldn't forgive, couldn't forgive those deeply heartbreaking hurts.
