"I can't like him, mom. Just like you said, love is a funny thing. It's a blessing for some, but a disaster for others." Qi Jianyi gave a mocking smile. She felt like a scumbag.
She didn't deserve to be loved by someone as devoted as Song Chengfeng.
Mrs. Qi was stunned by her daughter's words. It was the first time she'd heard that Qi Jianyi had someone else in her heart, that she'd been heartbroken before. And all of these feelings—she'd gone through them alone, quietly enduring without a word.
"Who's this guy? Where is he now?" Mrs. Qi's voice tightened, a mix of curiosity and protective anger at the thought of anyone daring to break her daughter's heart.
"Him? Who knows where he is now?" Qi Jianyi forced a smile as she glanced at her mother. "I don't really care about him anymore," she added, only for Mrs. Qi to interject.
"You don't care, yet you still can't open your heart to someone else?" Mrs. Qi's voice held a note of skepticism.
