The Art of Pursuing: The Unyielding Ex-wife-Chapter 334: If you are willing, give him another chance.

Every time you were criticized, you always cried and went to your father to complain. Your father, who treated you like a treasure, would see your tears and always say generously that children are bound to make mistakes, so don’t be harsh on Munni.

Your father really loved you. I still remember, every night after finishing his late shift, the first thing he did upon coming home was go to your room, kiss the already asleep you, and say goodnight.

In comparison, I, as a mother, seemed particularly inadequate. Despite having plenty of time to spend with you, I chose to squander that time with friends instead.

Your father’s bankruptcy dealt me a heavy blow. We moved from a villa to a rental apartment, and friends stopped contacting me because of this, which was quite a blow to me.

At that time, I forgot that besides me, your father and you were also affected. I willfully lost my temper with your father, quarreling with him daily because of it.

Later, unable to bear the miserable life any longer, I divorced your father and left that humble rental apartment with my suitcase, even forgetting to say goodbye to you, my daughter.

I’m sorry that at the time you needed me the most, I cruelly abandoned you and turned a deaf ear.

Over these years, I’ve thought countless times about the scene where you knelt at the school gate, begging me to go back. I am really a terrible mother, not only never caring about you but also being so heartless to you.

Whenever I think of you, a question always arises in my mind... Do I regret not being with you as you grew and abandoning you?

Each time, the answer in my heart is always the same, it’s just my proud self-esteem doesn’t want to admit it.

I regret, deeply regret not being there to watch you grow.

When I saw you again after more than ten years, I was truly excited and thankful to your father for raising you into such an outstanding woman.

The you in front of me was growing ever more gracefully, your beautiful and elegant appearance resembling me when I was young.

However, the cold attitude you displayed during our reunion made me realize how much harm I’d caused you over the years, and it left me afraid to face you.

I’m sorry that now, after more than ten years, I’m reaching out to you with requests but failing to express how much I’ve missed you.

This time back in the country, I was fortunate enough to meet your ex-husband, Xu Yisen. Yisen is an exceptional man; I assume this was the reason you liked him and chose to marry him back then.

I don’t know why you divorced, but it is evident that he cares about you deeply and loves you a lot.

If you are willing, give him another chance. I believe he will treat you well.

I once blindly pursued materialistic life until I was near the end of my life did I realize what I had been pursuing was nothing but illusory happiness.

I hope you can experience true happiness sooner, instead of realizing how wrong you’ve been only when faced with death like I did.

Munni, I really want to hear you call me mom again, to see you throw yourself into my arms like you did when you were little.

Munni, mom is sorry, mom loves you.

Zhao Yaru, after undergoing chemotherapy, became increasingly weak. It wasn’t hard to see that writing this letter took a lot of effort, as the words were somewhat disorganized toward the end, presumably because of fatigue.

Drip drip.

As tears fell onto the letter, a faint sound was heard. From the corner of his eye, Xu Yisen caught sight of Qin Muni holding the letter; sparkling tears continuously flowed from her eyes.

He hurriedly parked the car on the roadside, pulled two tissues from the box, leaned forward gently, and wiped the tears from Qin Muni’s face.

"Would you like to talk to me?"