"My girl," Lin Fuan said, "I know you hold a grudge against us, your parents, for not following your wishes and marrying you to a widower. But you're aware of our family's situation; we had no other choice. Besides, the widower has been good to you, and your life has been getting better, hasn't it? If it wasn't for us marrying you off, you wouldn't be living such a luxurious life now. Listen to your father and let bygones be bygones. Don't bear a grudge. Your mother came all this way because she was thinking of you. Why harbor anger toward her? Help her up from the ground, quick."
Lin Fuan's words, rich with emotion, seemed somewhat reasonable, but Lin Yue turned a deaf ear and showed no intention of doing as Lin Fuan had said. To everyone else, such behavior seemed a bit too much.
