Yan's mother was well aware of what was going between them. She stroked her hair and sighed.
"What's the use of you hating her? She is, in name, Ruan Tianling's wife. You should keep out of it until they get divorced."
"Yes, she's Tianling's wife. But the person he loves is me. If I hadn't been sick back then, I would have been his wife! Mom, it should have been me who married Tianling; she took my place!"
Yan's mother got a little angry when she said this.
"If you wanted it so badly, why did you make that decision back then? If you had given a hint before Ruan Tianling's marriage, he would surely not have married any other woman."
Yan Yue bit her lip, her eyes upon the floor as she spoke bitterly: "I was angry with him at that time. How could he forget me and plan to marry another woman? I hated him so much whenever I thought of him marrying another woman…"
Despite her resentment, she still couldn't forget him; she still loved him.
