Jie Jingchen's face was grim. He spoke helplessly, "Everyone understands the reasoning, but Jing Qi is only fourteen. Watching her sink deeper into depression day by day, we're anxious too. Forcing her will only drive her mad, and we can't bear to hurt her. We have no choice but to go along with her."
"Fine. You can keep indulging her, keep watching her waste away. Let her self-loathing consume her until she dies of depression." Qin Mei's words were blunt, cutting straight to the quick. A terrifying hostility instantly clouded Jie Jingchen's face.
Qin Mei snorted, a disdainful smile playing on her lips. "The way I see it, you're not indulging her. You're just giving up on her in a different way."
The atmosphere instantly grew taut, like a tightly wound string.
Jie Jingchen clenched his fists. His amber eyes filled with disbelief. He found he couldn't refute a single word Qin Mei had said.
An outsider sees things more clearly.
