Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 450 - 424: Empathy

Liu Linlin was very shocked by Qian’s words. Qian’s understanding had surpassed what was expected at her age. What shocked her even more was that Qian’s eyes suddenly turned red after speaking.

What’s wrong with this child?

Qian reached out, embraced Liu Linlin, and suddenly burst into tears.

"I’m sorry, teacher, I was wrong. I take back what I said. I shouldn’t have said that."

In Liu Linlin’s heart, Qian was a child with a leadership personality, incredibly mature, wise, with the demeanor of a leader, and great morals—such a character is very rare. A child like this should have outstanding emotional intelligence and self-control. How could she suddenly start crying?

And it wasn’t a quiet cry; those tears fell like broken pearls, pattering, and wet Mr. Liu’s shoulder.

"Girl, what’s wrong with you?"

"I felt my words were so cruel just now. Teacher, actually I understand your pain, I hurt too..."

No matter how high the emotional intelligence, no matter how grand the boss, what they were embracing now were two mothers who had lost their children. Qian’s tears were for her teacher’s pain, and for her own.

If the pain in the world were to be classified into several levels, a mother who loses a child would feel the greatest pain.

"Stop crying, silly girl. It’s okay, it’s all in the past." Mr. Liu was heartbroken by her tears.

Precisely because Qian was too calm and self-controlled, her loss of control made her tears even more moving. Mr. Liu’s eyes were moist from her crying—the true emotions of this world are nothing more than this.

"I know you can’t live in the past, and yes, everyone wants to move forward, but those pains remain in our hearts, and those we love just leave like this. Teacher, I don’t know how to persuade you, but I can understand your aching heart..."

Qian’s sobbing was uncontrollable, and each tear fell into Mr. Liu’s heart. She held Qian, gently patting her shoulder, yet the uncontrollable tears still flowed wildly...

After Qian said a lot of theoretical consolation, she suddenly had an emotional breakdown. She was supposed to find a breakthrough to console Mr. Liu, but in the end, Qian couldn’t take it anymore and hugged the teacher crying.

This outburst of crying was so heartfelt and intense. She cried not only for the teacher but for every mother in the world who lost their babies.

Isn’t it often said that time is the best way to heal wounds?

But no matter how much time passes, some wounds just won’t heal. Although with time, the pain of the wound might lessen, it does not disappear; it just stays there. If not touched, it doesn’t hurt, but once touched, it becomes an unsolvable, sharp heartache.

Whether losing a child or a child getting lost, this kind of pain remains buried in the heart, with nowhere to go.

If Qian hadn’t experienced the same thing, perhaps she could calmly console the teacher like she did with others, telling the teacher to not be sad and finding ways to release the teacher’s pain.

But she couldn’t do it; just opening her mouth brought a sweeping, sharp heartache, feeling deeply and being heartbroken.

Mr. Liu was moved by Qian’s sudden sobbing. She held Qian like a mother, patting her, wanting to comfort her but found herself crying even harder.

After her eldest son Liu Shuang passed away, she went to collect the body. Many people stopped her from seeing her son’s body, only letting her see his face because it was too tragic, and even forensic repair couldn’t restore it to completeness. Yet she still endured the sorrow and saw it.

Then she fainted. She tried all her life’s learning to calm her emotions. She worked normally every day as if her son hadn’t left, but there seemed to be an invisible gap in her heart that she couldn’t fill.

Qian’s true feelings at this time uncovered the cloth over Mr. Liu’s heart, making her face the wound directly, yet also gave her repressed emotions an outlet.

Actually, she should long have cried in front of someone who truly understood her. Crying alone just doesn’t feel like crying, and crying alone achieves nothing.

There will never be another person who understands Mr. Liu like Qian, as their experiences are so similar. It’s just that Qian still has a chance to restart, while Mr. Liu, at her age, can only choose to face it.

"Teacher, I’m really sad too. I don’t know how to persuade you or how to help you get out. I feel trapped in it myself. When I calm down, I can’t help asking myself, why her? She was so young, and I loved her so much; how could she leave so suddenly..."

Qian’s crying had no logic, but Mr. Liu understood it.

In losing a loved one, everyone’s first reaction is, why him (her)?

So many people on Earth, so many older people than those we love, why does death have to take the person we love most sudden? Why does a living person just disappear? Especially when the old bury the young, it’s truly unacceptable to the heart.

But life’s cruelty won’t stop its hurried pace because of one’s rejection. Partings and reunions, love and hate are repeatedly staged every day, yet everyone hopes only good things come to them, and bad things stay away.

Qian’s seemingly chaotic sentiment deeply touched Mr. Liu.

She both patted Qian and shed sad tears, "Yes, when he left, I thought the same. I still think so now. He was so young, how could he leave like this? I’d rather have been the one near fifty to die. If life could be exchanged equally, wouldn’t that be wonderful?"

"But some things are really uncontrollable. I study this profession, and I know better than anyone that life is irreversible, yet I can’t escape when I’m immersed in it. I understand your feelings, the remorse, the pain, the inability to forgive yourself, thinking the child’s departure is due to our inadequate supervision."

"Yes, I even selfishly think, why did my son have to suffer this fate? Why not someone else? He was still so young, he hadn’t experienced so many things yet, how could he leave so suddenly, how could he leave..."

Nobody can answer these questions. Perhaps shared tears, understanding emotions, and mutual comfort are the only pain relievers.

Tears quietly flow, and answers remain elusive.

In terms of skill, both Qian and Mr. Liu have reached the peak of their profession, having saved not tens of thousands but thousands together. Yet even these two top psychologists cannot resolve the pain in their own hearts.

High education, special careers, yet they cannot escape the fate of humans under heaven.

In that moment, no top psychologist, no high education; only two grieving women.