"But Mom..."
"Mom, don't blame yourself anymore."
Xia Nuonuo suddenly cut Shen Yun off, her voice firm as she stared into her mother's tear-filled, charming eyes.
"Let the past be the past. We should look forward, isn't that what you always taught me?"
"..."
After getting a taste of her own medicine from her daughter, Shen Yun blew her nose with a tissue and managed to get her sorrow under control.
"I understand... Right, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you need any medicine? How about I take you to the hospital for a check-up?"
"No, it's not necessary. There's nothing wrong with me."
Xia Nuonuo shook her head, then sat down next to Shen Yun and asked tentatively.
"Mom, you don't hate me?"
"Why would I hate you?"
Shen Yun's tears turned to laughter as she gently ruffled Xia Nuonuo's hair.
"You're my own flesh and blood. How could I ever hate you?"
"But I..."
"None of that matters to me."
Shen Yun took Xia Nuonuo's hand and patted the back of it, her voice firm.
