If Han Litong really made any mistakes, it’s actually that she didn’t make any real mistakes. Her biggest error is probably being too self-assured, too self-centered, forgetting that this world doesn’t revolve around her alone. Not everyone will revolve around her, and even fewer will cater to her arrogance.
"Since you feel so wronged, so unclear about what’s going on, I’ll make it clear to you today to prevent you from always holding a grudge, as if no one understands you." Han Jing looked at her: "Also, I’m not really that patient to talk to you about these things. I’m only giving you a chance out of respect for my mother."
Han Jing has never been soone who likes to explain; she believes that those who can understand will understand, and those who can’t, it’s all in vain no matter how much you say.
She really never expected Han Litong to understand why she didn’t like her. So if it wasn’t for Su Yaogeng being present today, she wouldn’t want there to be any issues in Su Yaogeng’s heart, which is why she is patiently nagging Han Litong today. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even want to see her, much less speak any extra words with her.
"Do you know why, after raising Han Qingjue for so many years, thinking you were so good to her, she still went astray and didn’t feel much gratitude towards you?"
Han Litong furrowed her brows. She didn’t expect Han Jing to start talking not about herself, but about Qing Jue.
Looking at Han Litong’s expression, Han Jing couldn’t help but sneer: "Then let tell you, I have a constitution that is naturally cold, almost sick every day, bad-tempered, and yet it was my mother who tirelessly took care of day and night, coaxed into taking dicine. Despite my ugly appearance and being ridiculed and bullied all the ti, it was she who unwaveringly stood up for , making everyone else not dare to bully . She knows what I like and dislike, a smile from could make her happy for a long ti, a frown could make her heart ache. Even the doctor said it was unlikely for to grow up into an adult with my constitution, but my mother used her patience to carefully raise ."
Han Jing stared at Han Litong and asked, "I ask you, could you have raised the way you raised Han Qingjue?"
"There’s a particularly cliché saying that if you give, you will receive in return. Although not everything in the world gives back for what you put in, at least most things do. Apart from looking down on everyone like a fairy that doesn’t eat the food of mortality, what have you done? You’ve done nothing, so what do you expect in return? Not everyone will indulge you like my foolish father did. In this world, only he could satisfy your self-centered, ridiculous pride. You were his princess alone, not anyone else’s. So please wake up, he is already dead. You can continue living in your own world; no one is stopping you. But please don’t expect others to understand you, okay?"
"I’ve said everything I needed to, whether you understand or not is up to you. I’ve already made it clear to you, I don’t hate you, we had no connection before, and it will be the sa in the future. You can leave now!"
Han Litong looked at Han Jing in a daze, then glanced at Su Yaogeng, who seed still puzzled but a bit concerned. She lightly closed her eyes, turned around, and staggered out, with traces of blood slipping from the corner of her lips.
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