If it weren't for her, Gu Bingjun would not have gone to country S.
If it weren't for her, Zhixi also would not have attended that day's celebration.
The man she loved most, her only daughter, both died because of her.
At this thought, Chu Jinyu trembled like chaff.
Cheng Youlin's expression showed shocked grief as he pulled her into his embrace, "Ayue, this is not your fault! Don't think like that! If you must, I'd rather you continue to hate me, to blame me..."
Chu Jinyu's tears streamed down, regret, sorrow, guilt, and a hint of inexplicable emotion, all erupted at this moment.
Throughout their many years of marriage, she had always been indifferent to Cheng Youlin, even with a measure of wariness. This was the first time she felt that his embrace could also be a place to rely on.
He knew everything, yet he said nothing. Even Gu Bingjun's death, he silently bore, never once did he defend himself when misunderstood.
