Xia Jing knew that deep down, her husband wasn't happy.
It was torture for anyone to have been a lively person and now be confined to lying here, an insult to one's self-esteem. One who could have stood tall and proud in front of others had been reduced to what? What kind of situation was this?
Ran Zhihan looked at her mother so heartbroken and felt pain deep within herself. She didn't want this life for herself; she just wanted her family to live happily. She wasn't greedy, but time and again, the outcomes only told her of her repeated failures. In the eyes of others, everything she did was insignificant, never acknowledged, no matter how much she gave to the family—it was always wrong.
