Caught in the middle, caught in a dilemma.
As things have unfolded to this point, it's impossible to say who is right and who is wrong anymore.
Yan Li was at fault for divorcing Xiao Ran.
Yan Xici went back to her former brother-in-law; Yan Xici was wrong.
According to this logic, was it wrong of me to have given birth to Yan Xici?
If she weren't her own child, would people only offer their blessings to them now?
Yan's father glared at her, "What a joke! This joke is all your doing, all of you working together to create it!"
"Yes, it's all our fault, it has nothing to do with you. The thing I regret most in my life is that I gave birth to two daughters!"
"No one expected things to develop to this point. Yan Li and Xiao Ran couldn't live together anymore and got a divorce. This is not up to you or me; it's their own decision."
“Xi Ci has fallen for Xiao Ran and wants to be with him. Is this something we can decide for ourselves? The child is old enough to have her own ideas!”
"If Xici wasn't born from my womb, would this matter be taken for granted, and would no one even say a word about it?"
As Yan's mother spoke, she became increasingly aggrieved, and her voice trembled slightly at the end.
Her eyes were also red.
Life may seem free, but in reality, we have absolutely no control over our own lives!
Yan Ma's words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
Yan's father felt stifled.
His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
The aged hand patted the armrest of the wheelchair helplessly.
Aunt Yan is right.
The reason I was so stubbornly angry was simply because I felt it was unfair to my eldest daughter and that I felt ashamed.
I feel like they don't take me seriously!
But who can be blamed for all of this?
There's really no one to blame.
They all have their reasons!
None of the four spoke; they had said everything they needed to say.
Yan's father looked like a deflated balloon.
Xiao Ran walked over and squatted down next to his wheelchair.
"Dad, how long has it been since you played chess? How about we play a couple of rounds later?"
No matter what, he will never give up on Yan Xici.
Dad Yan had no interest in playing chess; his mind was completely blank at the moment.
I feel completely exhausted.
"Go down yourself if you want to."
That's just how he is; he's incredibly stubborn, as if only by being stubborn can he prove his existence.
To prove that I am still the backbone of this family.
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll treat Xici well from now on,"
Xiao Ran looked at Yan's father with utmost sincerity.
These are my true feelings.
Yan Xici is now his motivation in life, and he truly hopes to walk the road ahead with her.
Yan's father sighed.
"Then you'll have to come see me twice a month from now on!"
Now that things have come to this, no matter how angry I am, Yan Xici is still my child.
Forcibly separating two people is something one cannot actually do.
Besides, the son-in-law is still the same son-in-law.
To be honest, Xiao Ran is a really good person, which is something everyone can see.
If he were no longer a part of their family, Yan's father would really miss him.
Xiao Ran chuckled, "If you don't mind the hassle, we're happy to move in!"
The people inside the room continued talking.
No one knows what Yan Li was thinking as she stood in the stairwell.
Honestly, Yan Xici has always been my younger sister.
Her hatred stemmed from the fact that no one had ever considered things from her perspective from beginning to end.
No one spoke up for him.
She hated it, she hated the helpless relationship between them.
I suddenly remembered when Yan Xici was a child, one Chinese New Year, her mother gave each of them a piece of chocolate.
Tell them to eat their own food.
But after her mother left, Yan Xici tiptoed to her and opened her palm as if it were a treasure.
She said to herself, "Sister, eat, eat."
She was only three years old at that time.
They're so small, they probably don't even remember it.
But Yan Li, the older sister, remembered it for more than ten years.
After these few days of calm, she has actually figured things out.
Some things are truly just the tricks of fate.
Perhaps God felt that I was too arrogant, so He deliberately arranged this to temper my temper.
What does it matter who is right and who is wrong?
She sniffed and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Then, mustering up the courage, I walked to my front door.
I'm so sorry everyone, I have a flare-up of enteritis. I've been working overtime lately and haven't been feeling well, so I'm late with my updates again. Sorry everyone.
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