Mother Qi glanced at her daughter with a complicated expression before letting out a quiet sigh. "Jianyi, I didn't raise you with love and affection just for you to grow up and judge someone else's pain. I didn't teach you compassion just so you could take someone's suffering lightly. Just because something didn't hurt you doesn't mean it didn't wound someone else deeply."
Qi Jianyi lowered her gaze, unable to bear the disappointment etched across her mother's face. She bowed her head and softly admitted her fault. "I know, Mom… It was wrong of me to judge her," she whispered, voice laced with regret.
"Back then, I was still young and confused. Everything felt too surreal, too overwhelming. But now, when I think back on it, I realise how cruel I must have sounded. I shouldn't have added salt to wounds that weren't mine to begin with." Mother Qi didn't respond immediately. She simply sighed again, heavier this time.
