Zhang Yichen really struggled to hear his mother articulate such an understanding of him from her own lips. He knew his mother had always understood him and cared for him, but he never dared to ask why, as if she truly had her reasons and was helpless at the time. Yet, for so many years, she had never offered an explanation.
Did he really not deserve even a word of explanation from her? Just a simple explanation would have lessened the hatred in the depths of his heart, but she never once thought to offer one. Perhaps in her heart, he wasn't worth an explanation.
In Yichen's heart, he felt that no matter what, he was never significant enough in his mother's heart. If she truly regarded him as her own son from the depths of her heart and felt genuine guilt about it, then why did she return only to withhold any explanation? An explanation wouldn't take much time—it was merely a matter of moving her lips, but she never entertained such a thought.
