"Mom, can you stop being so naïve? Back then, you resented the woman Fu Jingyi loved and even helped him hurt her daughter. What gives you the right to expect her son to let go of the past and love your daughter without any hatred?"
Bai Yiyi took several deep breaths, barely managing to calm her emotions a little.
Bai Yuqin was struck dumb by her words. Her face, already pale, turned utterly ashen in an instant.
A look of pain flashed in her eyes.
It wasn't being forced to confront old wounds that hurt her—it was the fact that the person exposing them was her own daughter. At last, Bai Yuqin believed in karma.
What goes around comes around—just like with her and Fu Jingyi.
They had committed so many sins, hurt so many people, and in the end, they were punished for it. Fu Jingyi hated for a lifetime but could never forget his Yu Han, while she had loved for a lifetime without ever coming close to unlocking his heart.
In the end, she even sacrificed her own daughter's happiness.
