She whispered, "Don't take it too hard. No one wanted things to turn out this way."
"Upset? You think I'm upset?" Xu Xiaoya raised her eyebrows.
"No! Xiaoya, I'm not upset at all!" Yan Xixi began to chuckle, her expression like a child's. "After my mom died, I felt unexpectedly relieved. Seriously, these past few days, I haven't felt sad at all. I haven't even dreamed about her, and I don't miss her in the slightest... I don't miss those past days at all... Xiaoya, I feel really, really good now!"
Like someone who has carried a heavy burden through the snow for a long, long time—finally shedding the weight! From now on, it would be a breeze. How wonderful!
Sometimes, she even thought herself heartless.
Hasn't everyone in difficult situations thought like this? If only there were a place to sell one's soul in exchange for material comforts. The lucky ones find a buyer; the unlucky ones can't sell even if they want to. How could one complain then?
