"When you were together, he was already like that. You knew all about the age and other differences between you," Su Ziceng did not want to hear these words from Yan Wuxu's mouth again.
"But I didn't know he would be so busy that he couldn't even spare a glance at me. I also didn't know that I've always been a substitute for someone else. Ziceng, you knew, right? The one standing between your mother and father wasn't Chang Mei, but a woman named Ye Taina. I heard she was your mother's best friend, how ironic," Yan Wuxu felt a stifling heaviness in her chest, and she no longer hid it as she reached out for a cigarette.
"Stop smoking," Su Ziceng snatched it away sharply, looking at that pale face, she knew what Yan Wuxu knew; perhaps the Su Family had given her too little. Perhaps wealth and status couldn't fill the emptiness of a woman, "So you went to him."
