Mu Jingheng takes the responsibility upon himself.
Yan Xinxin is slightly taken aback, feeling a bit of a sting in the corners of her eyes.
But she doesn't quite understand Mu Jingheng's words.
"Eighteen years ago, you had an accident. When you were declared dead, Dad was devastated, even convinced that you were truly gone."
Mu Jingheng recalls the situation at the time, his eyes now moist.
"If Dad could have been a little more clear-headed and rational back then, our family wouldn't have been separated for so many years!"
Upon hearing the words from Mu Jingheng, Yan Xinxin understands and realizes.
She gently pulls back her beautiful lip line with a slight smile.
"Dad, I don't blame you. This may be destined. If it weren't for that separation back then, I wouldn't have met another great dad. I wouldn't have learned to grow in adversity, making myself stronger."
