At this moment, he deeply felt that the conflict between his mother and her still existed, and it was very severe—severe to the point that they couldn't even have a meal together. He slowly held her hand and said in a low voice, "Sangsang, I'm sorry."
Tian Sangsang didn't look at him, her expression indifferent. "I won't eat here at noon."
Jiang Jinghuai hurriedly nodded. "Okay, I understand."
"Do you think I'm being unreasonable again?" She truly wanted to lay it all out with him and say, "I am me, you are you, we can be together, but I won't deal with your mother." Yet, she couldn't bear to say it; she feared it would hurt him. Of course, she hoped that without her saying it, he could still understand. Being with him meant she would never compromise.
Jiang Jinghuai embraced her, his arms wrapping around her waist, and kissed her cheek. "No, it's me who's unreasonable. It's me who made you suffer. Let's not eat here; let's go home for lunch."
