The room filled with sorrow, Yao Beidi suddenly spoke softly, "Mom, I know the mindset of your generation: you'd rather tear down ten temples than break up a marriage. But Xiao Ye and I truly cannot go on anymore."
"Beidi, could you listen to your mother for once? I know how much pain you're in; I can feel it, too. I'm not clinging to old-fashioned ideas, either. In my heart, even if you divorced one hundred times, you would still be my purest daughter. No daughter in the world can compare to you! The only reason I'm trying this is because I sincerely want you to have a better life… Those regrets you've spoken of, I know them. Your father knows them. You know them, too. And deep down—can't you see—Xiao Ye probably knows them as well." Yao's mother spoke as calmly as she could. "But people always move forward. Those past days—one day, they'll erode with time. And you, too—time will help you let go, and slowly, you'll begin to forget..."
"Mom, I won't forget. I can never forget."
