Her eyes were dry and aching, yet from beginning to end, not a single tear fell.
She had long since lost the ability to cry.
Because Han Jing was right, in this world, the only person who indulged her without considering gain or loss was dead and would never return to her side again. So, no one would ever unconditionally give to her like he did.
She single-handedly destroyed all her happiness.
So what right did she have to expect them to understand her?
Her two daughters, her own flesh and blood—one she kept by her side but never truly raised, the other she abandoned at birth. As selfish as she was, what right did she have to seek their forgiveness?
Su Yaogeng looked at Han Litong's desolate and lonely silhouette, then couldn't help but turn her gaze to Han Jing: "Jing'er? No matter what, she is your biological mother. If there's any misunderstanding... it's best to resolve it soon. Her life is indeed lamentable."
