"How could there be a mother like me in this world, who doesn't even recognize her own daughter standing right in front of her!"
Ning Zitong berated herself repeatedly, full of regret.
"Yuan is right to hate me, and Chuxi isn't wrong to blame me. It's my own stubbornness, deceiving myself over and over! I deserve it!"
"Ah Tong."
Mu Jingheng walked up to her and bent down to support her.
"Give Yuan and Chuxi some time. I believe one day they will forgive you and Shaoqian."
Hearing Mu Jingheng's comforting words, Ning Zitong's tears flowed even more.
"Ah Jing! Even if they forgive me, I can't forgive myself! My mistakes are so ridiculous! Whenever I think about what I did to Yuan, I just wish I were dead!"
"Mom..."
"Shaoqian..."
Crying, Ning Zitong turned her head to look at her son.
"Shaoqian, we really went too far—so outrageous! In this lifetime, even if Yuan and Chuxi don't forgive us, it's what we deserve!"
