As ti went on, Yan Sijue beca sowhat anxious and uneasy.
Several tis, he almost couldn’t help but ask, but in the end, he held back.
"Maybe she just doesn’t know how to open up to you..." Mu Yiliang comforted him, "I always feel she really wants to acknowledge you, but there are still so psychological barriers."
Yan Sijue looked at Lan Yueru basking in the sun not far away, a bitter smile on his face: "I never thought there would co a day when she would guard against ."
Mu Yiliang was silent for a mont, then suddenly said, "Si Jue, sotis, a mother can both love and hate her child."
The man looked at her with so surprise.
"They can’t bear to see their child get hurt, always wanting to give them the best, so they work harder... But if one day the cost becos too great, they may also feel resentful, wondering why they have to endure all this, why is their life revolving around the child?" Mu Yiliang looked at the back of Lan Yueru, and softly said, "No one is born a saint. Being a mother might bring more courage to a woman, but everyone’s capacity to bear is limited."
Yan Sijue was sowhat shocked, and a bit confused: "...So, do you an she doesn’t trust or acknowledge because she hates ?"
"I don’t know." Mu Yiliang shook her head and tightened her grip on his hand, "I just want to tell you there is this possibility. If Aunt Lan’s feelings toward you are different from what you imagined, don’t feel disappointed."
Yan Sijue was silent for a long ti, a bitter smile on his face: "You’re right, she should hate . If it weren’t for , she wouldn’t have had to endure so much pain."
That was why Lan Yueru chose to end her life after he was taken away by the Yan Family. For her, she had reached her limit, and every day of living was torture.
"Si Jue..." Mu Yiliang looked at him with heartache, "This is not your fault."
"No, perhaps my existence itself is a mistake." Yan Sijue laughed self-deprecatingly, "To my mother, I am not only her son but also the son of an enemy..."
Mu Yiliang felt a tightening in her heart, suddenly regretting bringing up this topic.
"Yiliang, I’m okay." He smiled, "Whether she is scared or resentful, I will keep waiting."
Mu Yiliang softly said: "I will be by your side!"
Yan Sijue held her in his arms and suddenly asked, "You just said that mothers both love and hate their children... What about Xiaoze? Do you feel the sa way toward him?"
Mu Yiliang shook her head: "Of course not! Xiaoze brings much more happiness and joy than pain. Actually, it was only when I first had him that I felt regret, regretting that I was too young and didn’t realize having a child also ca with such risks... But soon after, I only felt lucky, lucky for making that irrational choice."
She looked up at him with a smile: "So, Aunt Lan must feel comforted seeing her son beco so outstanding and excellent."
Yan Sijue finally revealed a smile, gently kissing her cheek: "Exactly! Even if she once regretted or resented, it doesn’t matter. I will make her feel proud and grateful."
Despite having gone through so many ups and downs, there still resided a little boy within this man, yearning for a word of affirmation and praise from his mother.
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