"As soon as possible. ... Next Wednesday? I can't make it that day. It's my friend's wedding, I have to be there. ... Alright, next Friday. ... Goodbye."
The moment Song Xiangsi hung up, she could no longer hold back her tears. Like a broken thread of pearls, they came crashing down, one drop after the other.
Seven years. From her naivety back then, to her maturity now, she gave him her very best.
And yet, she never had a good ending.
In one's lifetime, one can be foolish, one can be lowly, but they can't be repeatedly foolish and lowly.
She came from a poor background, a small mountain village. Even if she did sell her body to save her father, she was, after all, a woman who had sold herself... So how could she possibly be worthy of young master Xu, who was brought up by a rich and powerful family?
She could only blame herself for such an ending. She indulged in her own wild fantasies. It was all wishful thinking.
