Yu Xiaolian sat cross-legged on the bed, resting her chin and spacing out for a while.
She thought that even if she loved a man very much, that love would never exceed the love for her biological parents. Maybe it's because she had worked as a forensic doctor for several years, seen too much life and death, the warmth and coldness of human nature, or maybe she is just that kind of person.
She indeed had a liking and fondness for Su Jingchen, but such feelings were actually reserved, and she had always kept a clear-minded caution against Su Jingchen.
She roughly understood the reason for Su Jingchen's anger, but asking her to devote herself wholeheartedly to a man or completely trust a man was impossible for her; she had always most trusted herself.
Even when she agreed to the marriage with Su Jingchen, Yu Xiaolian held a mindset of observation and assessment.
