e now suddenly saying she is your daughter. Do you think she can accept that 。" Qin Lan said that her tears could no longer be controlled, flowing down were years of perseverance, years of grievances...I'm not going 。Qin Jingwen glanced around, then dismissed Qin Jingyi with a wave of her hand. 。“Jiyin, no matter what he's done, after all, he’s old now” 。In his nineties, to have fallen ill like this, it's already a punishment from fate. Don't dwell on it. 。Qin Jingwen earnestly persuaded Qin Jingyi to forgive Qiao Dexiang, after all, she was his granddaughter. Hatred should not be borne by Qin Jingyi. 。"Sis, how can you not take it to heart" 。They went too far. Even if I kept their blood, I'd still hate them. 。"My parents raised me and loved me so much, and then they were taken from me. No one could forgive that." 。My wonderful home was destroyed by them, and you and I have had our lives ruined by them. 。"To be silent is already merciful; to forgive me is impossible." 。Qin Jingyi's hatred existed truly from the inside out. If she forgave the Qiao family, it would be against heaven's will. 。
“Jingyi, I know you can’t accept this fact”
But living with hatred is the most tiring thing, you Brother Qiao and Sister Qiao are the best examples. Don't you imagine them being unable to be happy for a lifetime 。"And what if you don't forgive your aunt What are we going to do We all hate the Qiao family, and we won't see them. How can your aunt be with Uncle Qiao" 。Qin Jingwen has been thinking about this problem these two days. She hates Qiao's family deeply, and her aunt's happiness for the rest of her life seems to be nowhere to be found. 。 Things have come to this end, and Mom and Dad can't come back. 。It is better for a person to live a happy second half of their life than to spend their whole life in pain for a dead person. 。 She wished she could let go, but she was capable of handling things on her own. 。nd didn't want to go home. So, after confirming that Song Xinzhe was on duty at the hospital, he went straight there. 。This evening, there were few patients. Song Xinzhe had just finished a case and...