Tian Sangsang returned to the room somewhat disheartened, her eyes reddened. "I think Mom's right. Everyone in your family seems to have very proper jobs. Compared to that, I feel like I'm not doing anything serious."
Jiang Jinghuai turned her around, holding her face gently so they were face to face. "They are them, and you are you. There's no comparison to be made."
Hearing this, Tian Sangsang felt even more upset. Yes, there was indeed no comparison to be made. They were all from Beijing, while she came from a small, rural family background.
"Sangbao, don't cry." Jiang Jinghuai wiped away her tears, grabbed her small hand, and placed it over his heart. "Whenever you cry, it makes my heart ache."
Thinking about what his mom had just said, he realized those words had really struck a nerve with his woman. However, his mom wasn't entirely wrong in her perspective—it just boiled down to differing values between the two generations. He didn't think too deeply into it.
