Hearing Zhan Qipei speak so earnestly, Qiao Jing couldn't help but laugh a little.
She knew that Zhan Qipei's words came from the heart, but they were also meant to comfort her.
After a soft chuckle, Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei and said, "I know you pity me because of my background and what I've been through, and so you comfort me, but actually, I've stopped caring about those things."
"Though the only mother who loved me in this world has passed away, I know that her love for me will never disappear."
As she spoke, Qiao Jing raised her hand to gently touch her chest, her lips curling up in a faint smile, happiness warming her eyes and eyebrows.
"I believe that my mother is still watching over me in silence, so I will live well, without resentment or complaining."
Zhan Qipei nodded, his gaze deep as he looked at Qiao Jing.
