She suddenly realized that she had nothing to say to such people, nor was there any need to say anything.
She would be put in prison, and then everything that followed would be left to time.
Day by day, as she stayed in prison, she would learn how to spell 'regret'.
And Ji Yao was lost in her own thoughts, immersed in contemplations of her children.
"Qiancheng, Xinxin."
She muttered to herself, clutching her heart, unable to describe the feeling.
Lu Jincheng was somewhat worried and supported her.
"Ji Yao, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Ji Yao shook her head.
"It's nothing. I just took a moment to react; I'll be fine in a bit."
"Anyway, we must not let Ji Zimo off, not only did she abduct my child, but she also mistreated him. All these years, I don't know how much suffering Qiancheng has endured. I will make her pay back everything with interest."
