Chapter 1249: Chapter 1248 I Can’t Have a Mont of Peace_1 Chapter 1249: Chapter 1248 I Can’t Have a Mont of Peace_1 About fifteen minutes later, Zhuang Lühe’s crying subsided, and Qiao Xiaomai took out a handkerchief from her embrace and handed it over to her, “You don’t need to bla yourself too much; she is blessed now. If she hadn’t left, she would have continued to suffer.”
“Whether it’s selling the house or selling her, both outcos are terrible.”
As soon as these words ca out, tears began to well up in Zhuang Lühe’s walnut-sized, swollen eyes, flowing down her cheeks like water from a small river.
These words truly seed to gouge out her heart.
“After all, it’s still my fault…”
“You and Qiao Changshun, the Sun Family and Sun Junyan, Qiao Qinghe, the grandfather of Tong Sanlang, Tong Tiehu… If you were to bla soone, there are many to bla; you’re just one of them. You don’t need to take all the responsibility onto yourself.”
“It is my fault, I’m her mother. Her father couldn’t produce a fart with three sticks, she could only rely on , but I ran away, ran away…” At this point, Zhuang Lühe bit her lip and couldn’t continue speaking.
Blood oozed from her lips, and she seed oblivious to it, gripping the handkerchief Qiao Xiaomai had given her tightly, her entire deanor becoming vacant.
“You shouldn’t have saved . Being alive, every day I think of her, feel guilty. Living is agony… I would rather be dead…”
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips.
She understood Zhuang Lühe’s feelings. If such a thing happened to her, she really would go find soone to fight to the death.
But Zhuang Lühe couldn’t die.
“Have you forgotten about Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami? The father and son need you.”
“With you here, you can take care of them very well,” said Zhuang Lühe, sniffing her nose.
“It’s not the sa, especially for Qiao Dami. He’s still young; he needs a real mother.” Qiao Xiaomai softened her voice, “You’ve already let down your daughter. Do you really want to let down your son too?”
“You can’t undo the mistakes of the past, but you can pour double the motherly love onto Qiao Dami. He’s so well-behaved; do you have the heart to abandon him?”
Zhuang Lühe thought of Qiao Dami’s little face upon hearing this and cried even harder.
She couldn’t bear it, not one bit.
But now, as soon as she closed her eyes, she would see the real Qiao Xiaomai. She couldn’t sleep night after night, and even if she was sitting during the day, her mind was filled with thoughts of the past.
As long as she was conscious, she was nearly always engulfed in guilt, like a fire burning her heart, a fire so intense it made her feel life wasn’t worth living.
She couldn’t escape this state.
She tried to focus on Qiao Dami. Qiao Dami was doing well now, with his chubby little face and bright, lively temperant, just like what she had imagined.
But the better Qiao Dami was, the more she couldn’t help but compare him with her daughter.
Her well-behaved daughter, whom she brought into this world, never enjoyed a single day of happiness.
Even while looking at Qiao Dami, her thoughts would drift back to her daughter.
She truly felt better off dead.
“Whether I open my eyes or close them, all I think about is her. It feels like I’m constantly being roasted on a fire, unable to find a mont’s peace. I really… really can’t go on living…” she sobbed, her speech broken by tears.
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai looked towards Tong Sanlang. This situation was becoming tricky.
Tong Sanlang frowned and tentatively offered a suggestion, “Why not… take your anger out on those who wronged you and your daughter? Do you only feel pain in your heart, and no hatred?”
“Mom, you really can’t die. Dami needs you. You don’t know how scared he was when you just left. Dad and Xiaomai had to be by his side constantly, otherwise, he couldn’t sleep at night either.”
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