"What's so hard about her life!"
The next sentence almost slipped out, but she held back, sparing her second brother's face.
But Ye Congwen understood the implication.
Before leaving, Ye Congjie asked him, "Second Brother, have you ever regretted it over the years?"
Ye Congwen didn't speak for a while. He stood under the lamppost light, where the car's headlights cast shadows back, enveloping him in a shadow, his face unclear.
"There's nothing to regret."
Ye Congjie was momentarily stunned, then her smile became even more sarcastic, "That's right, men are always heartless!"
She turned and went inside, instructing the servants to move the stuff, tossing it into the building where the servants lived, randomly into a storage room.
...
Nan Jiaojiao woke up in the middle of the night, startled from a nightmare.
