Jin Qingyue's brows furrowed into a frown, her ears hurting from her daughter's constant yelling and tantrums.
Noticing how helpless and frustrated she was, Ling Ciye said, "Look how similar your daughter is to you."
"I've spoiled her rotten, just like how my parents used to spoil me. I was really too insensible in the past. Every time I recall how willful I used to be, I seriously wish I could dig a hole and jump into it. I really can't believe I did something so foolish. I was such a dimwit."
Ling Ciye leaned against the seat and said, "I also think you were really foolish in the past. Tianze was such a great catch, yet you never saw the good in him or reciprocated his feelings for you. He's been especially nice to you since we were young, but you didn't know how to cherish him."
"It's too late to regret now. Sometimes I really wish I could turn back the clock and start all over again, or perhaps go back to a certain time."
