Many years later, Wang Chenxi would occasionally think of the conversation she had with Su Liqiu many years ago.
"Xizi, don't hate him. In fact, he is the most miserable in his heart."
"I know.
The world only regards Zhao Chongzhou as the proud son of heaven. But they don't know that the truly lucky person has never been him. Brother Liqiu, everyone has compared you since childhood and thought you were inferior to Chongzhou. But I know that among the two of you, you are the truly wise one. The path you choose is truly rich and comfortable, and you are truly lucky. "
Even so,
But how could she not hate Zhao Chongzhou?
He took away everything from her, her freedom, her first friend, her most unforgettable friend. All the darkness in her life came from him.
But how could she hate Zhao Chongzhou?
He gave her everything, wealth, knowledge, peace, health, inspiration, and even life. Without him, her life would be nothing.
She hated him, but she spent all her years with him, every minute and every second. Hating him is like hating yourself. It wasn't until the news of his death came that she knew that no one had ever appeared in her life, only him.
He is the years she has spent, and he is the story she continues to tell.
You listen to her...