After eating a little and taking a bath, Chen Zhi lay on the hotel bed, thinking only about the incident where Si Ye caused her mother's death.
Whenever she thought about it, her heart was torn with pain.
Why did it have to be Si Ye, why him!
Every time she thought about this, she felt desperately sad. If only Si Ye hadn't caused her mother's death, how wonderful that would be.
But it's a fact, no matter how unwilling she is to accept it, she must face it.
Knowing the truth, in front of Si Ye, her anger outweighed her sorrow. Now, when she's alone, her sorrow outweighs her anger.
She clutched the quilt tightly, shedding silent tears. The more tears flowed, the more she couldn't hold back and buried her head to cry.
The suppressed pain and hatred in her heart made her feel unbearable, she needed to cry out hard to feel lighter, otherwise, she felt she would suffocate.
