"I don't blame you, I am already luckier compared to Qiaoqiao; I've always known that," Sang Shen said in a somewhat feeble tone, with a bitter smile.
As a child, he indeed felt that his mother was biased and harbored many grievances, but not anymore.
Compared to Qiaoqiao, all his neglect seemed trivial.
"I…" Mrs. Sang moved her lips, wanting to say more, but she found herself at a loss for words.
Nanfeng was the first child, and at that time, being the only child, she of course cared for him wholeheartedly. Later, when the second child arrived, her condition began to decline, leaving her with less energy.
Additionally, the child who cries receives candy; among the children at home, Nanfeng was the one who most often "cried."
"That's enough, Mom, there's no need to keep bringing up the past," Sang Shen sighed deeply.
