"Yan, it's okay. You resent me, blame me, and refuse to forgive me, I can understand all of that. You don't need to feel guilty. It was my fault in the first place! I failed to take care of you back then, causing you to be taken away, and later I couldn't recognize you, leaving you to suffer in vain." Jiang Chenyue said with a bitter smile, probably noticing her persistent silence, "If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be able to accept it either, let alone forgive. I'm sorry."
Rong Yan counted in her heart, in less than a minute she had apologized to her at least four times, each time more sorrowful, each time heavier.
This made her heart inexplicably clench, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
For the first time, she spoke, "Mrs. Jiang, I don't resent you."
