Gong Ting frowned, "Mother, this is my own matter, I'll handle it."
"I don't oppose you marrying a woman with a child, as long as she cares for you, but what does she have for you? For these five years, it has always been you going after her with unrequited passion. When has she ever taken the initiative to approach you?"
"Gong Ting, don't hang yourself on one tree. That child appears gentle, but her heart is the hardest, being overly persistent is not good for either you or her."
Lady Gong left, leaving Gong Ting alone standing in the empty study. Mother was wrong, Ning'er is not cold-hearted, she's just especially hard on him, never giving him the slightest bit of hope.
Wei Anning returned to her room. The sound of water gushing from the bathroom. She walked to the bed and sat down, her head feeling heavy. The phone suddenly rang. She picked it up; it was a call from home.
She glanced at the curtains and pulled open the door to go out.
