Ning Xia sat on the sofa, embracing herself, restraining the constant sourness churning within her heart.
She dared not let herself feel sad, fearing that sorrow might cause her to lose her reason, to do things that went against her principles, against morality.
Just now, she had told Shi Jiayin that she was going to win back Bo Siyan.
Even if it was to spite Shi Jiayin, she couldn't guarantee one hundred percent that there wasn't the slightest hint of such a thought in her mind.
Her reason told her to stay away, but her emotions were not so easily cast aside.
Growing up, she had always had less than others; she didn't have a complete family, no father to care for her, and the only mother she did have wasn't focused on her.
Although she didn't like the lady of the house, whenever she saw her doting on Ning Wei and Ning Xiao, she couldn't help but wish... how wonderful it would be if the lady was her own mother...
