"Sister..." Lu Lei whispered into Lu Rong's ear, "Didn't you used to like Lin Xiaoguai's lover? Now that she's so prominent, do you want me to give her a piece of my mind?"
Lu Rong fell silent.
Looking at her sister's smug expression, she suddenly wondered if she had once appeared the same way in others' eyes.
Petty and arrogant.
Through repeated setbacks and humiliations, when she had finally seen reality, she had asked her mother—
"Why didn't you ever teach me? Why didn't you scold or beat me when I was wrong? Why did you just watch me make mistakes, watch me embarrass myself? You are my mother, aren't you?"
"You realize your mistakes now, don't you?"
"But you could have prevented these mistakes if you had told me right from wrong from the beginning."
"I couldn't."
Lu Rong thought she would never forget her mother's expression at that time, a mix of disgust, mockery, and... relief.
