Zhu Huan's expression became much more desolate.
She laughed self-deprecatingly and lowered her head, "What does it matter to regain my identity? I can never go back to the past. My child doesn't recognize me, my sister wants me dead, and even those closest to me have become distant. What does identity mean to me?"
Jiang Yi understood Zhu Huan's sorrow.
But ultimately, everyone has to walk their own path. She was in no position to decide anything for Zhu Huan.
Zhu Huan had already accepted it herself.
However, Jiang Yi tentatively said, "Aunt Zhu, my grandfather is getting old. Throughout his life, he has been longing to have his children and grandchildren around him. If... I mean, if you're willing, you can move in and live with us. My grandfather has always treated you like his own daughter. I guess he would be very happy if you were to stay by his side."
Zhu Huan looked at Jiang Yi with gratitude.
She understood Jiang Yi's intentions very well.
