Zhuang Xiyue held her hand, looking at her with distress: "Sis, all these years, you've suffered so much."
Zhuang Fanxing smiled faintly: "The path I chose, I must finish even on my knees, there's no suffering about it, I quite enjoy my life now."
With a sigh from the bottom of her heart, Zhuang Xiyue asked softly when it was just the two of them: "Sis, do you still think about that person?"
Zhuang Fanxing showed no surprise, panic, or shock, like an outsider, she glanced at Zhuang Xiyue calmly, smiling: "Those who know the truth think I can't forget that past, it's just your wishful thinking, there's no obstacle I can't overcome, and no past love I can't forget. I don't accept pity or sympathy because I don't need it."
