Chapter 393
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I've become the villain's daughter! "
Song Ching-wan laughed.
"At that time, I was very short-tempered. I was spoiled by you. When others said that, I argued with them and said that I was their aunt! But who would believe that? People in this circle are only willing to listen to what they want to hear. "
I didn't graduate, and my future was gone. I couldn't draw, and I couldn't be happy anymore. I had to be busy with some trivial matters every day, and I had to work hard to raise my two children as both a father and a mother. I went around looking for people to pull strings and find the best school for them. I tried my best to give them the best life. Occasionally, when I thought of you, I would cry until I couldn't sleep at night. "
"A bunch of things came crashing down on me. I had no experience and could only grit my teeth and bear it. The Lu clan was like that, and so were the two little guys. I didn't know anything, so I could only grit my teeth and bear it.
"During the most difficult time, I was so busy that I didn't sleep for five or six days. I felt wronged, I was irritable, and I wondered why I had to bear all this alone. I was so depressed that I even smashed all the furniture in the house to vent my anger. At that time, I really wanted to give up on them. To tell you the truth, I even found an orphanage at that time, but when the day came to send them there, I couldn't bear it in the end."
Song Ching-wan murmured, "It's not only because they are your children, nor is it because I wanted to repay your kindness. It's because I'm their aunt … Dad didn't care about them. You and Sister-in-law were gone, and I was their only family member left. They were all I had left. If I didn't care about them, they were so young. What would they do … "
It wasn't that Song Qingwan didn't hate her at first.
It would be abnormal if she didn't.
But in the end, she still couldn't bear it.
Probably ever since Lu Junhan and Lu Enron called her aunt, Song Ching-wan couldn't break away from them for the rest of her life.
Later, she raised them not only to repay her brother's kindness, but also because she was their aunt.
She was the only family they had.
"Then you should work even harder to survive …"
Lu Qidong's heart was filled with indescribable emotions. He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice,
"You worked so hard to bring them up. You suffered so much when you were young. Now that they have grown up, it's time for them to repay you."
"I guess I'm just not destined to enjoy a life of ease and comfort."
Song Ching-wan's eyes trembled and she sighed.
"My life has been too tiring. In this last month, I want to relax a little. I … don't want to be in pain anymore. I want to learn how to draw again. I'm afraid that if I don't learn now, I won't have the time in the future."
Lu Qidong's eyes reddened, and he could no longer hold back his tears.
He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Song Ching-wan had been forced to give up her dream. Now that she had regained her dream, it was a good thing.
If she had spent the last period of her life painting, she would have died peacefully and happily.
But they all wanted her to live.
To live in pain.
Lu Enron's eyes reddened. As if he couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and left in tears.
Lu Junhan pursed his thin lips. His eyes were dark and deep, but the smooth lines of his jawline were …
Very, very tight.
Song Ching-wan was afraid of pain now. Her life was too tiring. She just wanted to die happily.
They wanted her to live, even if it was a painful life, as long as she was alive.
But they owed her too much. It could be said that Song Ching-wan's originally brilliant life had been ruined by them.
But Song Ching-wan had never complained. At least for so many years, she had never complained in front of them. She also didn't ask them to repay or be grateful to her for the kindness of nearly twenty years.
Her brother adopted her because he treated her as his own sister. She didn't need to repay his kindness.
Song Ching-wan had raised them for nearly twenty years. She also treated them as her own nephews and nieces. She didn't need them to repay her kindness.
She just wanted to die peacefully now.
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