Song Lili's indifferent words made the already somewhat awkward atmosphere in the car even more rigid.
Song Jiayu's smile froze on his face as well…
Song Lili took a deep breath. Since heaven had given her a chance for rebirth, if everything stayed the same as before, wouldn't it be a waste of that opportunity?
What she wanted, she would ask for—whether it meant fighting for it or snatching it away, especially the things that should belong to her in the first place.
In her previous life, it was not only Wen Nian who drifted away from her, but also her father.
He had formed a new family, and she wasn't integrated into it. Instead, she chose to escape, effectively handing over her own father to Miu Xiangqiao.
"Dad, ever since you married Aunt Miu, we haven't spoken heartfelt words to each other anymore. Every encounter is as polite as if we were strangers… If it's going to be like this in the future, then perhaps it would be better if we don't see each other again."
"Xiao Li!"