Chapter 328: Why does the past matter?
"You don’t look particularly excited about it." Madam Jiang observed.
Luna sighed. "Relationships don’t always last long. I mean, liking (or loving) each other doesn’t always mean much, right?" After all, her own parents had divorced and in such a heartbreaking way even though they were rumored to have been deeply in love with each other. They were still enemies presently, despite the obvious love in each other’s eyes.
What about she and Jiang Xingyu who had not known each other for that long?
Madam Jiang understood her concern. However, "You cannot judge your relationship based on someone else’s. They are not you and you are not them; your relationship would never be like theirs–not even if that person is your identical twin. Just because your parents broke up doesn’t mean you and your husband will break up."
"H-husband?" Luna stuttered in a whisper. She was still talking about "like". How did it morph into marriage in a flash?
"Look, you can be worried about other men but you will never have to worry about Xingyu." She reached over the table and planted her elbows on the surface, looking into the younger woman’s eyes seriously. "I’m not just saying this because I’m his mother. I was not kidding when I said he couldn’t live without you.
When you left, it was as though his life had come crumbling down on him. He would hole up in his room all day, all night. Sometimes he would starve himself and drink himself almost to death, childishly hoping that your heart would ache for him, and that’s not even the most stupid thing he did. Although I reprimanded him for being an idiot at the time, one thing is for sure: he will never bring himself to do anything that could make you leave him again."
Luna held a hand over her mouth. She had left thinking that they didn’t truly love each other. Never would she have thought that he was so deeply in love with her. Madam Jiang made a lot of sense, which made her wonder, "Why... why do you like me? I hurt your son so much. After everything he did to himself, aren’t you supposed to hate me?"
The latter squinted her eyes slightly. "I hated you before I met you. You know, I thought my son was heartbroken over some spineless gold digger who had left after accomplishing her mission. But when I met you and realized just what a sweet young woman you were, I realized one thing; why should the past matter? It does nothing but makes us bitter over things that will never change.