Grandpa Jiang's heart aches—same kids, but there's such an age gap, and his own daughter in her forties is not nearly as mature as the other's child only a few years old. "Chenchen, hearing all this must feel awful for you, huh? Your little aunt, she, she..."
Grandpa Jiang really couldn't bring himself to say that Jiang Xiumei's words weren't intentional, not even just to comfort the child—he didn't have the face for it.
But unexpectedly, Mei Mengchen said, "It's okay, Grandpa Jiang. I've heard it so many times, I'm used to it. As long as I don't take it to heart, it's fine. My sister told me I'm not an unwanted wild kid. I have my sister, and my sister and I are a family. I have a home."
Just look at these words, look at this kid—Jiang Xiumei is practically creating her own karma, the pain of losing a child pales to the mess she's made herself. Somebody like her doesn't need anyone's pity.
