After Su Xiaowan observed all of this, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. She couldn't expect her cousin to be like her, after all, — Song Yongyu's life was indeed different from hers.
She had been loved by her parents since she was young, and her brothers had cared for her, firmly protecting her. And Su Xiaowan? What did she have?
Whether in her previous life or this one, she could only rely on herself. She only had herself. It wasn't that she had never envied girls like her cousin, but envy wasn't something one could eat. If she didn't work hard, she wouldn't have food to eat.
A child without an umbrella must run as hard as they can. If nobody loves oneself, it must come from oneself. If nobody feels compassion for oneself, one must provide it. Even if the entire world abandoned her, so what? Su Xiaowan had herself and that was enough — a lesson learned only after living a lifetime again.
