My mom told me that when she was young, there was a man who pursued her for three years.

She didn’t choose him—she chose my dad.

I asked her, “Do you regret it?”

She thought for a long time and said one sentence.

At the time, I felt she was comforting herself.

Until last month, when I saw a WeChat message from three years ago on her phone—

I suddenly realized that sentence of hers wasn’t comfort…