Xia Jing knew that whatever she said now, there might be no way to redeem the shadow of hurt she had caused in her son's heart. She knew that her actions were seen as nothing more than a tool for hurting others in his eyes, yet she had forgotten that she was also a mother, a wife. How could her heart not ache when she saw her husband suffering? And witnessing her family in such sorrow time and again, how could she truly remain indifferent?
No matter what, her son still didn't understand her. All this was the consequence of her absence, time and time again, from his side. If she had stayed with him from the beginning, would the outcome not be as passive as it was now, would it not have reached this point?
"Child, rest assured, now that I have chosen to make amends, I will definitely not evade the consequences of my actions. I'm well aware of the outcome that my actions face deep in my heart, and I don't want my family to keep getting hurt because of me—I am not made of wood."
