"You blame me, you resent me? But do you know, I also blame you, I also resent you. If you hadn't constantly filled my ears day and night, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him, I wouldn't be living in such unbearable pain!"
In that moment, Ling Momo didn't know what emotions were actually surfacing at the bottom of her heart.
She once hated Jian Chenxi to the bone, wishing she could die a thousand, a million times.
Now, as she spoke and sought closure, she realized that, after all their twists and turns, there was a responsibility neither of them could escape.
Perhaps Jian Chenxi was more at fault, but wasn't she, Ling Momo, also to blame?
It was just that in her youth, she was ignorant of many things. Youth itself is cruel; it requires learning how to grow, hence the heavy price that comes with it.
Back then, she only saw Jian Chenxi as her best friend, someone to confide in, never imagining that her descriptions could also spark another girl's heart.
