Mr. Fu San thought that he finally understood why he liked the little girl.

They are the same kind of people.

Be persistent enough in your goals, be ruthless enough to yourself, and be silent enough in the face of cruel reality.

"Should I shout it out to the whole world and tell them that I was blind and chose the wrong man?"

Song Qingci heated up the pheasant soup left over from last night.

"Anyway, you did a great job."

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Qingci's tone was a little distant.

Her mother told her since she was a child that for girls, things like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, virtue, appearance, speech and merit are all bullshit.

Finding the path to happiness is what all girls pursue throughout their lives.

To achieve this goal, she must be strong, optimistic, and resilient...

My mother also said that even if she did all this, she might still be distressed, confused, and in pain, because she could only decide what kind of person she would become, but could not change others.

Mother said that we should let it go at that time.

People should be able to love and let go.

Letting go is not about forgiving others, but about letting go of yourself.

Jiang Jingchu is no longer worth her emotional investment.

Deep down in her heart, she hopes that the despicable men and women will not die a good death.

But reason also told her not to pay any more attention to Jiang Jingchu.

At most, it was revenge, taking back what belonged to her, that was all.

"Third Master, Third Master, are you there?" Dongzi ran in in a panic, "Third Master, something bad has happened!"

Song Qingci: The Third Master will be gone soon. You sent him away.