Mu Yan held Jiang Jingheng and cried for a long time, crying her heart out.
In countless nights in her dreams, she deeply blamed herself and regretted.
Mom had a hard time raising her, and it was others who accused her of plagiarism. Why did she take it out on the innocent herself?
If she hadn't made that excessive request, Mom wouldn't have encountered that fire.
If not for her, Mom could have found a better person to marry and could have a brand new life.
Those people who called her a burden were not wrong at all.
Why wasn't the person who died her!
Jiang Jingheng held her and comforted her repeatedly, "It's not your fault."
Mu Yan sobbed in his arms, her voice hoarse.
She didn't know how long it had been before she cried herself tired and fell asleep again.
If it weren't for Zhuang Shaoyang's appearance, he might never have known such a huge ticking time bomb was hidden in her heart.
