Su Yao felt the moisture on her shoulder and gently patted her back.
Su Wanxin cried with her head bowed, overwhelmed by distress.
Nobody wants to live a troubled life, nobody hopes to lay down their life for someone else.
She too was afraid, that betting everything including her life felt like walking on the edge of a cliff, where one could fall at any moment, shattered to pieces.
"Yaoyao, tell me what I should do."
Leave? Can't bear to. Stay? Uneasy at heart.
"Those past memories that I've forgotten, they constantly torment me, reminding me not to forget.
It hurts to see Fu Shihan, and it also hurts to see Fu Shiyi.
That day when I saw his mother in the wheelchair, thinking about others saying it was me who broke her legs, I couldn't even dare to meet her eyes."
"Don't be afraid," Su Yao clenched her teeth and whispered reassuringly, "I'm with you. Whatever happens, I'm here with you."
Su Wanxin didn't know what to do; could she really think it through?
