Clenching the sheets tightly, although she resented Tang Yuyan, what she said was, in fact, all too true.
From start to finish, even without Tang Yuyan, her father didn't marry her mother, leading to her mother's eventual death from depression.
Tang Yuyan glanced at her, said no more, and instead bent down to continue cleaning up the mess on the floor.
She didn't know if it was her own delusion, but as she watched Tang Yuyan tidy up the shards of glass, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow reminiscent of Gu Qiangwei.
How could this be?
Upon closer inspection, at certain angles, Tang Yuyan's silhouette did indeed resemble that of Gu Qiangwei.
No, it wasn't just the silhouette, even the look in her eyes was similar.
Staring at her back, Nangong Feifei's eyes were filled with anger and resentment, but she stopped pondering over it.
