Meng Yue looked at Zhao Siyan, her eyes brimming with tears, "What gives you the right to pity me, to devalue my life? What do you think you are, a savior? By feeling sorry for me, what can you gain!"
Zhao Siyan watched Meng Yue with a calm gaze that seemed laced with a bit of sympathy.
This look made it even harder for Meng Yue to accept. She almost pitifully lowered her head and choked out, "Don't look at me like that!"
But when she lifted her head, Zhao Siyan was still looking at her.
With the pity for a loser, not the hostility towards an enemy.
Meng Yue felt that she couldn't hold on any longer. She wiped her eyes, picked up her bag beside her, and said, "I'm leaving now."
"Just like that?" Zhao Siyan's voice was very light, very faint.
Meng Yue's steps didn't falter, but as she was about to leave her seat, she heard Zhao Siyan say, "Don't you want to know where your biological daughter has gone?"
