At that mont, Li Shengxiao suddenly grabbed her left hand, lifted her sleeve, and bent down to examine the scar on the inside of her wrist.
His fingertips gently swept across the scar, skimming over the skin with a touch that felt almost like an electric shock, almost raising goosebumps on Rong Yan.
"This spot... has it had anything before?"
"Huh?"
He looked up, his gaze peculiar, "Like a birthmark or sothing."
Rong Yan glanced at her own left arm, shook her head, eyes blank, "No, I don’t have any birthmarks. I got this while working in a restaurant, accidentally cut by a broken plate. After it scabbed over, it left a faint scar. It’s not noticeable and doesn’t affect my life, so I left it alone. There was nothing there before it got cut."
Li Shengxiao’s eyes slightly narrowed, feeling that there should be sothing about this place; otherwise, Jiang Chenyue wouldn’t have kept looking at the inside of Rong Yan’s wrist, as if she wanted to see sothing there.
He connected so rumors he had discovered about the Chu Family with Jiang Chenyue’s abnormal behavior earlier, furrowed his eyebrows, and suddenly said, "Yanyan, do you want to know about your parents?"
Rong Yan pulled down her sleeve, covering part of the scar, without lifting her head, "Why bring this up suddenly? Honestly, I don’t want to. I’m used to being on my own, I’m living well now, I haven’t thought it necessary to figure out who they are. Who they are doesn’t matter to anymore, what matters to now is to live well each day, take good care of Little Baby, and live a fulfilling life."
She lifted her head, not hiding from him, "Also, last ti Jiang iqi ca to the company to confront , she asked for money, and when she didn’t get it, she ntioned that when she found at the hospital, there was a letter with that detailed my background. It said my mother was a streetwalker and I was a child born from a fleeting encounter with a street thug. They couldn’t afford to raise , didn’t want to bear the responsibilities of parenthood, so they left at the hospital, hoping soone else would take away..."
She spoke calmly, her eyes serene without a ripple, shoulders relaxed, as if she was telling a story about soone unrelated.
Li Shengxiao watched her but felt his heart aching finely and intensely, wishing he could embrace her imdiately, telling her not to be afraid, that he was still here.
"Do you believe what she said?"
Rong Yan shrugged, leaning against a lamppost, tilting her head back, and chuckled softly, "It’s not about believing or not believing. If I have to say, I didn’t really believe it. But what she said could also be true. Either way, it doesn’t matter to , I can’t choose who I was born to, whether they are billionaires or beggars on the street, the fact they didn’t want is true. But them not wanting didn’t stop from growing up. Now that I have my own life, I’ll live it well each day! I don’t want to dig into who I exactly am. Who I am is for to decide!"
She lives every day very genuinely now.
She also has many elders, friends, lovers, and a son, she isn’t lacking anything.
She doesn’t lack the fake paternal or maternal love from Jiang iqi and Rong Nanfeng, nor the care from parents she has never t.
How to put it, although there might be so regrets, finding or not finding her birth parents is just a slight regret for her.
This bit of regret won’t affect her future life.
She just wants to walk steadily, live each day well, protect Little Baby, and take things one step at a ti.
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