The man's hair had turned gray, and he was smaller than she remembered. Even the look in his eyes when he looked at her no longer held anger and resentment, but instead cautious joy and...guilt?
"Tuanyuan, this is your sister. Xiaomei, you're finally back! I know Dad has wronged you in the past. I save a dowry for you every month, hoping to make it up to you..."
The man held the little boy's hand with red eyes and spoke incoherently.
He actually shed tears?
It should be a pleasure to hear his confession, but Xiaomei couldn't control her tears and couldn't suppress the grievance in her chest.
The little boy next to him looked like he was raised and loved by his parents. It turns out that he is also a person who loves children.
The reason why she is confessing her sins now is probably because of this son who made her come to her senses.
It's just too late, too late.
Those moments when her heart was pierced by sharp words, the scars accumulated on her skin, and the bones and blood broken by his own hands... there is no turning back.
This confession came too late and was too light. The regret he felt after forming a happy family was not enough to make up for the countless desperate nights and the sad tears he shed during those more than ten years.
"I don't want your money, and you don't have to look for me again. I don't want to be disturbed by you, because I can't forget the part of me that you destroyed, and I have been determined to leave you since I was a child."
She coldly interrupted the man who was still confessing, and only left with satisfaction and determination after seeing his stung expression.
Only by hurting him fairly can we reduce the hatred suppressed in our hearts.
She couldn't forgive, just as she couldn't apologize to the self who was once overwhelmed by fear.
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