Xia Yangyang held Xingxing's hand and said with certainty, "It's true, Xingxing, everything happening now is not as you imagine. These bad, scary things are all fake. Don't worry, okay? Everything will get better."
Xingxing suddenly became cheerful.
So it was all fake.
Xingxing suddenly hugged Xia Yangyang's neck and kissed her on the cheek.
Xingxing suddenly said, "Thank you, Aunt Yangyang."
Xia Yangyang didn't know why Xingxing was thanking her.
But Xia Yangyang knew that Xingxing must have experienced a storm in her heart.
Because of what she said, she finally calmed down.
What Xia Yangyang said was a result she could accept.
She was still so young, her world as pure as a fairy tale.
So she certainly couldn't accept that her mother was a witch, a bad person.
Xia Yangyang didn't want her to be exposed to hatred at such a young age.
She should grow up in a complete, loving environment.
