"All along, I've blamed myself. Perhaps back then, I should have let you meet him, let you both clearly express yourselves. In that case, Qianxia and Qingxue might not have been adrift for so many years..."
"Manman, fortunately time has finally given us answers. I feel relieved..."
"You need to take care of yourself, no matter what happens in the future. Your father will never force you to do anything you don't want to do again. Do whatever you wish, no one will stop you."
Old Ou spoke slowly.
Ou Manhui's tears fell like rain.
Snow fluttered down, the wind seemed to blur her vision.
The past is already so distant, so far that it seems unattainable.
She once hated Sheng Shaocheng so much, hated his heartlessness. On the day she gave birth to Qingxue, when she personally delivered the child from her belly, he was entangled with his white lotus again, unclear and unresolved.
How much she hated him.
As much as she loved, that's how much she hated.
