Lin Zhiyi did not want to say anything to Sang Ran.
Sang Ran gave a bitter smile, "What more can I do to you like this?"
Lin Zhiyi glanced at Gong Chen and still walked slowly to Sang Ran's side.
"Go ahead."
"I'm sorry, Zhiyi. I wasn't trying to force him to take a stand earlier; I just wanted him to look at me one more time."
Sang Ran's voice was very low, and she had no strength left.
But from her pale, trembling lips, it was clear she was trying very hard.
Lin Zhiyi inwardly resented her.
But hearing this apology, her nose tingled with sourness.
Sang Ran said, "Just now, while watching Old Mr. Gong argue, I suddenly understood that phrase: he doesn't love me; he won't love my child either."
"I am a pawn, and so is my child; I'm truly foolish."
"Zhiyi, I know you won't forgive me; I also know that my repentance is too late."
"Cough... cough..."
Sang Ran reached out to grab Sang Li's hand, eyes red, "Brother, I miss Dad, I want to go home."