Gu Jiaojiao didn't know about Yun Hao's regret, nor did she care.
She wasn't the pitiful Gu Jiaojiao from Xu Wenwan's novel, the one hopelessly in love with the male lead. She was a different Gu Jiaojiao, one who had been pampered by her parents and had a rich inner world.
Forget the fact that she wouldn't even look twice at someone like Yun Hao; even if she did like him, she would never compromise her own happiness for a man.
In her world, love meant loving others only after you loved yourself. Sacrificing yourself to fulfill someone else wasn't love—it was charity.
When Gu Jiaojiao got home, Chen Xiaolan said her goodbyes and left.
The next day was Saturday, the start of a two-day weekend, so Chen Xiaolan wouldn't need to come over for the next two days.
That evening, Gu Jiaojiao mobilized the whole family to process all the Chinese honey locusts. This was the last of their supply; they wouldn't be able to pick more from the mountains until September.
