Mrs. Sang felt uncomfortable under the cold gaze of her fourth son. She explained in urgency, "I... I feel sorry for Qiaoqiao, but... Nanfeng is also my son. Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh; how could I just stand by and do nothing?"
"No, you never truly felt sorry for Qiaoqiao. In your eyes, Qiaoqiao just lost some insignificant memories, while Sang Nanfeng has to face real consequences. Between the two, you think Nanfeng is pitiful."
"Have you ever considered that those memories not only have the disgusting ones of us but also her and Si Chenli? He is the one person in this world who has always unconditionally favored her, loved her, and doted on her from the beginning to the end."
Sang Siyang found it tragic. Some of the past issues he never understood had come to a point where he couldn't change anything, yet he was cruelly forced to understand them, doomed to suffer forever.
