About fifteen minutes later, Zhuang Lühe's crying subsided, and Qiao Xiaomai took out a handkerchief from her embrace and handed it over to her, "You don't need to blame yourself too much; she is blessed now. If she hadn't left, she would have continued to suffer."
"Whether it's selling the house or selling her, both outcomes are terrible."
As soon as these words came out, tears began to well up in Zhuang Lühe's walnut-sized, swollen eyes, flowing down her cheeks like water from a small river.
These words truly seemed to gouge out her heart.
"After all, it's still my fault..."
"You and Qiao Changshun, the Sun Family and Sun Junyan, Qiao Qinghe, the grandfather of Tong Sanlang, Tong Tiehu... If you were to blame someone, there are many to blame; you're just one of them. You don't need to take all the responsibility onto yourself."