"Right!" Eleven actually understood everything inside, "After all, she's just a timid woman, afraid of suffering, afraid of getting tired, afraid of being dragged down by both of us. Although she doesn't hate me, and perhaps even loves me a little, she must still hold some resentment toward me in her heart, blaming my birth for ruining the latter half of her life. If it weren't for me, even if my biological father had left, she could have still continued to live on. In that prolonged wait, her youth was exhausted, and she must have had regrets. And those regrets were transferred onto me."
"Jeez," Gu Liancheng lifted his hand to rub her head and pulled her into his embrace, "If Aunt Luo had the same courage as our Qianxun back in the day, Qianxun wouldn't have had such a pitiful childhood. It really breaks my heart."
"Are you praising me?"
