From Deng Jiaru's expression, Qiaoqiao could see the deep sadness and sorrow. It made her heartache even more, tightly grasping Deng Jiaru's hand. "Yes, exactly that Yun Yiqun, what kind of person is she? She must be a wicked and cheap woman."
"Qiaoqiao!" Deng Jiaru loosened Qiaoqiao's hand, stood facing her, eyes fixed on each other. "We cannot judge the goodness and badness of others."
"Mom..." Qiaoqiao looked at the melancholic smile in Deng Jiaru's eyes, her heart ached extreme, yet she suddenly realized that no matter what comforting words she said, they were all in vain, "..."
Yun Qing and Yun Yiqun, had caused such deep pain to Deng Jiaru, over the past thirty years.
The pain in Deng Jiaru's heart, how could it be alleviated or smoothed over by just a few comforting words from her.
