Years of unrequited love were nothing but her own chaos and disorder. Recalling the utterly disappointed look in Grandpa's eyes just now, Wen Min felt as if her heart was being sliced by a knife, and she closed her eyes, weeping painfully.
Grandpa had always shown her special affection, supporting her no matter what she did. Today was the first time Grandpa had hit her, and although the slap wasn't hard, it felt as if the sky had collapsed for her.
Wen Min remained silent, and Uncle Wen turned his head to look at her with a gaze filled with extreme disappointment and anger, "You still don't admit your mistake, you still don't come clean, do you even understand what you've been doing?"
"I know, I'm very clear!"
Wen Min broke down under Uncle Wen's scolding, her tears streaming down as she cried out hoarsely, looking up with bloodshot eyes, humbly at Qin Yu who sat on the sofa. She knew she had no way out.
