In the world, most people live their days unsatisfactorily, the wealthy have their sorrows, and the poor have their helplessness.
And she, compared to this boy, was not the most miserable; she had merely fallen from grace back to square one, living an inconspicuous life.
Ling Momo looked at the bustling crowd on the street and suddenly felt that all the noise and prosperity were no longer important; she had been on the wrong path from the beginning, mixing dreams and revenge as one.
Isn’t there a saying?
The more you show off something to others, the more it proves you lack it, and the more you snatch from others, the more it shows your inferiority.
Since the day when Jian Chenxi turned against her, she had always been flaunting and competing with her, indicating deep down, she felt inferior.
Ling Momo thought of this and couldn’t help but curve her lips; was this self-consolation? She clearly lost to Jian Chenxi, her dreams had already crumbled into ruins, and she lost her dignity. Yet, with a calmer mindset and deeper thought, it seemed quite true—Jian Chenxi was more ruthless than she could ever be; she should not have fought or compared herself with her. All along, Jian Chenxi turned Ling Momo into another Jian Chenxi.
Ling Momo thought of this and lowered her head, pulling out her phone, and saw many WeChat messages, all from Enson, full of care and worry. As she read, warmth welled up inside her, and she slowly raised her hand, sending Enson a long message about the boy’s story and talk she heard today. Official source is novel·fıre·net
She also added a message, "All this time, I thought I was right and justified, but now, I realize I’ve been too stubborn. I’ve decided to let go of the grudges against Jian Chenxi. Maybe now, in front of her, I have lost my pride, but time is long, and one day, if ES chooses to stop sidelining me, I will come out again, then I will dream only for my dreams, unrelated to hate, to love, or competition. One needs to learn to be open-minded and live an accommodating life with the most willing heart."
Soon, she received a reply, just a simple sentence, "I know you’ve been wronged recently, but trust me, it won’t be for long."
Ling Momo didn’t reply to Enson’s message, feeling that her current self was overly sentimental. As she thought about it, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The boy, hearing Ling Momo’s laughter switched to a peculiar expression in his eyes.
Under the starry sky, Ling Momo turned her head towards the boy, her eyes curving as she said, "Thank you!"
Then she stood up, pulled out her wallet, and took out all the cash, handing it to the boy, "Take this! Buy your sister the prettiest clothes, the prettiest jewelry, the prettiest shoes!"
The boy had never seen so much money, quickly shaking his head and gesturing with his hands, "No, no, no, I don’t want it, you’ve already helped me a lot!"