She wanted Gu Jiangnian's unique care, it was true.
But Song Rong raised her and secured her a peaceful half-lifetime; if she turned around and left, she feared she would live forever in self-reproach and guilt.
Spending her days in regret as though each day were a year.
Choosing anyone was a mistake.
Choosing anyone would lead to regret.
Just as Song Sizhi had said, she couldn't guarantee a life of only wins and no losses.
In her life, the greatest constants were Song Rong and the Song Family.
At 1:25 a.m., Jiang Muwan stood in the courtyard, gazing at Song Rong, and reached out to move Song Sishen's palm off her arm.
This act was undoubtedly a declaration to everyone that she was not leaving.
"Song Manman," Song Sishen called her softly upon seeing this.
The latter bowed her head, and in the blink of an eye, tears fell to the ground, moistening the earth, then vanishing without a trace.
She took a step and slowly walked towards the house.
