Bai Zhi's words left Anran suddenly stunned. Why had she never thought of going back?
"Perhaps you no longer feel qualified. The person you've become might just be what you once detested. What about that little mountain village that struggled so hard to make your life better? What has become of it now?
You're afraid to go back, afraid to face it, right?"
Each sentence from Bai Zhi struck the most vulnerable spot in her heart, bleeding profusely.
Yes, she was afraid to go back, afraid to let them see the filth she had become.
Even though she felt at ease, she also hated herself. Such was the contradiction she lived with—normally unnoticed, but now she had to confront it.
"A decade ago, that money must have been so hard to come by. You say you have money now, so why haven't you thought of going back, of repaying the kindness?"
Bai Zhi realized that this issue was the woman's Achilles' heel, the weakest spot in her emotions.
