Yueyao looked at Tingzheng and saw that he wasn't speaking for a long time. Her heart felt as if it was blocked by a stone, very uncomfortable. Thirteen years, she thought she had given it her all for Tingzheng, but she didn't expect this to be the final outcome.
Yueyao wanted to laugh, but she found herself unable to. Her eyes were misted over: "Tingzheng, it's my fault." Her mistake was compromising at that time; she should have insisted on her opinion, even for the second branch of the Lian family, she should have vetoed this marriage. But she was worried that Tingzheng would resent her, and she believed she had fulfilled her duty, so she compromised. The cause of that day has led to the effect of today, so she has nothing to complain about.
Lin Qinghan had no idea what Yueyao meant by these words, thinking Yueyao had instigated this. At that moment, her gaze at Yueyao was fierce enough to spew fire.
