Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song packed their things and went down the mountain.
"Moting, there's no need for you to see us off. Xiaoxiao, let me talk to you for a moment."
Old Mrs. Song held Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand.
Song Moting sensibly went into the house with his grandpa.
"Grandma, are you going to talk about Ye Hua?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao had a hunch that everything related to Ye Hua and what she had done was due to her past life's experiences, though outsiders didn't know.
People thought she was heartless.
But Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't care about that.
In her past life, she might have cared about many things, cared about others' opinions, cared about many intangible things. After living a lifetime, she realized she cared about what others cared about.
What she truly wanted and needed was never within others' gaze. If she cared too much about their opinions, she wouldn't live well. Either she'd live comfortably for herself or live in grievance for others.
