Auntie Cui bit her lip, tears welling up and spilling out of her eyes. Unable to hold back, she crouched down, turned her body, and buried her head in anguished weeping.
What she had always wanted was never any of this; if it was just for these things, why would she oppose Li Chengyun, why would she leave Q City for so many years? What she had always wanted was this man.
Jingrong watched this woman, who despite being over forty still retained her charm, sobbing uncontrollably, and truly felt that the scene was too incongruent.
But then again, whether a woman is eighteen or eighty, in front of the man she loves, after suffering grievances, she probably looks just like this.
Auntie Cui, with teary eyes, looked at Li Fengnian: "We're not young anymore, I've grown old, and so have you, Fengnian. Why do you still strive for power? Why can't we leave and lead our own peaceful lives?"
