"I always thought I was the one who knew you best, but now it seems I know nothing," Meng Wanning said haltingly. "You've had so much history with them, and I didn't know anything about it."
"I'm not in debt, I haven't been in a car accident, I haven't been coerced, I just appeared by your side plainly and foolishly hoped you would give me a home..."
Meng Wanning cried even harder, her body trembling more violently, like an injured fawn shivering in the cold wind,
"But now, one woman after another emerges, each with a past that has left an indelible mark on you."
"Then what am I? In your heart, am I just an expendable presence, someone to pass the time with you?"
She lifted her tear-streaked face, staring intently at Chen Cheng, her swollen eyes filled with grievance, indignation, and despair,
