"Jiayin, she—"
"Jiayin doesn't hate you, never has, and never thought about hating or seeking revenge on you. After all, her life in this world started because of you, and she's very clear about that."
Hua Miaobing listened to these words, feeling her heart tighten and contract. How did these words seem completely different from what she had imagined? She thought her daughter must hate her deeply, to an extent that she would feel better, or perhaps with some kind of expectation. Doesn't a person hate another because they keep that person in their heart, constantly thinking about them? If there's no hatred at all, doesn't it mean the feelings are very shallow?
"But," Mr. Yao continued, "she remembers not only you but also her grandmother. You left her for so many years, and it was her grandmother who painstakingly raised her. Even now, the old woman still loves and stays by her side. So, you should understand where the problem lies."
