These grievances, even now, in the face of the person before her, she did not hesitate to voice them.
She, Jiang Mei, might be foolish, but since she realized she had been foolish, she had to learn to protect that little bit of dignity she owned.
She didn't want to speak ill of her ex-husband in front of others. Jiang Mei hadn't fallen to that level yet.
Yet without saying a word, the uncontrollable red lines that welled up in her eyes, her slightly trembling shoulders, were enough to make his dark pupils sink deeply.
"Amei, you're a good woman," he said.
She looked back at him in surprise.
His voice was steady and strong, "He doesn't understand you. He doesn't know that to make a lunchbox, it takes you more than half a day."
"How do you know?"
