"I don't really want them to look up to us. I just feel that Baohe went through so much hardship back in Dalin Village. Now that he's recognized his true family, having a bit more human warmth is like making up for it..." Zhao Yulan sighed heavily, looking desolate. "To have lived to this age and still think so simply, it's really wasted."
Feeling sorry for her daughter, Old Lady Zhao quickly comforted her: "You, my child, have been deeply sentimental since you were little, naturally thinking that others would be the same. But people, you see, right from birth, their temperaments are different. Take you siblings, for example, all born from me and your father, grew up in the same home, yet each has a different personality, right?"
"Your mother is right. With you lot, neither I nor your mother played favorites, yet your second sister and second brother always have complaints. If I and your mother really pursued it, wouldn't we regret giving birth to them?
