Who is she talking about?
Chu Shangli of course knew it was him——
Those were memories buried deep in her soul. She thought they had been buried without a trace left. But once she started talking, she couldn't stop.
Just after he had killed Wei Shengfan with his own hands, all these memories swirled in his mind like a tide.
Because he was praised once, he became too proud of himself and brought him lunch every day.
It is made with great care, and then in the end it is rejected just like the food on the table.
It turns out that I am not good enough - even though I want to comfort myself that this is just a coincidence, in the end even the black cotton wool disappeared.
“…”
If I were a hopeless person, I probably wouldn't feel anything after hearing these words, right?
But, that’s not the case—Chu Shangli knew that he was already in deep pain at this moment—
I had already started to feel lost before that.
I was deeply confused about whether I should continue to work hard on those extremely difficult exercises. When I tried to find the answer between studying hard and giving up, all the answers I got except Chu Moyin were negative.
It's just an ordinary exercise, just give up...
The minority obeys the majority, and his own unreasonable vigilance against Chu Moyin made him choose to believe the easier side.
Then, the person you blame is the one who gave you the right advice.
It's a bit ungrateful - this is the evaluation Chu Shangli gave when recalling these things.
However, the human instinct to reach higher ground is not something that disappears easily.
This sense of conflict will cause you to have all kinds of delusions that are almost out of control.
The feeling of being disliked that she had just mentioned was one of the delusions that kept running rampant at the time - especially when her face was destroyed, this feeling reached its peak.
In fact, it is not impossible to recover. However, after Chu Moyin left, his recovery was indeed quite slow, and he was left with quite a lot of scars. It was only when he was in the birdcage that the scars completely disappeared.
What she was thinking was - Chu Moyin was indeed the culprit, no wonder no matter how many medicines Brother Fan found, none of them worked.
My pride was torn apart, and my past self took a baked cake from the tray and took a bite of it before it was even removed from the mold.
"Pah, what the hell."
He fell to the ground like a child having a tantrum—
"Even with that, you can still complain about my home cooking level?"
"Of course you can." Chu Shangli said leisurely, "I don't think that people who can't cook at all can't go to a restaurant and complain that the food is too bad. Just like people who can't make clothes can also complain that the patterns on clothes are ugly. There's no contradiction."
Chu Shangli tapped the plate with his fork a few times. "When I make food myself, I'm the cook. Of course, others can laugh at me however they want. But when I taste it, I'm the connoisseur. This is a completely different stance and perspective. Even if you're a gentle person, there's no need to force them to understand the difficulties of a cook. From a connoisseur's perspective, you're just at the level of an ordinary family restaurant."
“…”
She seemed unconvinced, but in fact she had begun to waver—
At least she did not dare to share her work with other people like Chu Shangli did, which clearly shows this.
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