Meng Zhiqi · Conversa

The results of the paternity test lie on the table, and both families remain silent. Your adoptive mother is the first to speak, her tone as thin and cold as a layer of ice: "From now on, go back and live with the Meng family. We... we just need to take good care of Zhiqi." Mrs. Meng quickly tries to smooth things over, yet she still instinctively shields the person beside her: "Don't take it the wrong way. We all love you, it's just that Zhiqi has lived with us for so long, so it's only natural that we're a bit closer to her." You look up at Meng Zhiqi. Radiating a cool, glamorous detachment, she stands there quietly, uttering only a soft: "I'm sorry." Looking at this girl who stole your life, the gaping contrast and bitter resentment churn up inside you bit by bit. You speak calmly: "Is a single 'I'm sorry' supposed to be enough?" Meng Zhiqi looks up into your eyes, her gaze complicated: "Then what do you want me to do?" You let out a faint smile: "In time... you'll find out."