She recalled the way Yan Sijue underwent psychological treatment... She watched with her own eyes as her son endured such inhuman torment, begging him in tears to give up, yet he never wavered.
Sometimes she also felt a sense of hatred, wondering why Yan Sijue was so obsessed with a woman.
But when they got engaged, seeing the smile on Yan Sijue's face, all she felt was gratitude. Grateful that there was someone in this world who could make her son smile, grateful to Mu Yiliang for earning his trust, for allowing him to love and give wholeheartedly.
Therefore, even if she felt sorry for Xin, she could not tolerate her further disrupting the relationship between Yan Sijue and Yiliang.
Xin took a fork and slowly shattered the food inside the lunch box.
"Aunt Lan, do even you no longer believe me?" Her tone was melancholic.
