Qin Xiu had been trying to let go, but it was a grueling process.
Waiting was filled with hope, while giving up was filled with despair. He endured within despair, crawling forward, but his own mother... kept insisting that he understand her.
"Mom, can't you try to understand your son?" Qin Xiu whispered with his eyes closed, his voice very soft, "Right now, it's not her fault, it's your son's fault."
"Mom, the fault lies with me, you shouldn't blame her for that. It's too unfair to her. Madam Li and Miss Du, people like them, you think highly of, so why look down on Ye Jian?"
"I don't want to worry you, nor do I want to put Ye Jian in a difficult position. Don't worry, I won't meet her alone, nor will I speak to her more than necessary."
"It's getting late, I should go now."
