"…" Mo Qiansu sat on the bed, staring toward the direction of the bathroom, as tears born of grievance and sorrow suddenly fell.
She had hated Tang Fanghua, not because she didn't allow her to marry Jing Chen. But because Tang Fanghua had once cherished her like a daughter; the moment the Mo Family fell from grace, she immediately showed her true hypocritical and opportunistic face, tearing their relationship apart. This hatred—or rather, a betrayal from a family member—was what truly embittered her.
However, Mo Qiansu had long let go. She knew that in this world, the only person she could truly rely on was herself.
So now, in her heart, Tang Fanghua was nothing more than a stranger. Where, then, was there room for hatred?
…
In the bathroom, the sound of water flowed ceaselessly as Gu Xuanye stayed inside for nearly an hour without coming out.
And on the bed, Mo Qiansu's heart felt like it was pierced by needles, devoid of any drowsiness.
