"Still have to wait until next year! I was hoping to attend your wedding sooner!"
Yilan sighed with a hint of resentment.
Yue Er glanced at her indifferently.
"You're living quite well now, so why are you still eager to leave?"
"Although Nan Yunze took a concubine, hasn't he changed? Why are you being unforgiving?"
"What does Maternal Aunt Tan have left to compete with you now?"
Hearing this, Yilan frowned and retorted.
"I haven't tried to leave!"
"I'm just... still holding onto some anger!"
"You can say I'm being difficult or unappreciative!"
"But I just don't want to forgive!" She spoke with firm resolve.
No matter what, the injuries she suffered back then were borne alone, with no one to help her.
All those harsh words, mistrust, and deep misunderstandings.
They poured over her like buckets of filthy water, engulfing her.
At that time, who cared about how she endured it all?
Understanding this, Yue Er didn't say more, offering only a gentle piece of advice.
