Turning her face towards Song Li’s mother, Fu Xiaotang said, “Auntie, I’m sorry, I can forgive Song Li, but it doesn’t mean I can accept him again. I am living well now, and I just want to forget everything from the past. If possible, I hope he won’t disturb my life anymore.” She paused, then gently placed her hand over Song Li’s mother’s hand, speaking softly, “Auntie, I am very sorry and regretful. But some things, once missed, are missed. Please consider that we never met.” With that, she prepared to leave.
Song Li suddenly grabbed her hand, looking up at Fu Xiaotang with eyes burning with regret, embarrassment, melancholy, and anger. “Do you really have to do this? In front of my mother, what do you want me to do to gain your forgiveness?” Fu Xiaotang shook off his hand as if bitten, “Let’s not talk about in front of your mother, what have you actually done to me? Do you want me to spell it out?” She let out a long, weary sigh, “Let’s end it, Song Li, we can never go back.”
Song Li didn’t speak, but stubbornly grabbed Fu Xiaotang’s hand again, holding on tight as if clutching a last hope. Fu Xiaotang didn’t struggle, she nodded and pointed at Liu Yi with her free hand, “Well, tell me, what are you going to do about her?” Song Li flinched slightly, looking at Liu Yi without speaking. Fu Xiaotang’s lips curled in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “Song Li, you’re not still thinking about having both of us as before, are you?”
