As she spoke, she was already embraced by a gentle hug. She felt a few hot tears dripping on her exposed shoulder, and her body paused.
"Qing Qian, it's not that we don't want to tell you, but once this is said, there are many things that uncle and aunt would find even harder to accept," came an elderly voice beside her ear.
What exactly is so frightening to them?
Before Xia Qingqian could speak, the middle-aged noblewoman holding her said, "Qing Qian, what has kept you going for so long? Zhenyu is gone already, and our hearts have found peace again." She gently released Xia Qingqian, her face suddenly clouded with a dense expression, and said, "Qing Qian, we are grateful that you still remember Zhenyu and sincerely hope you can find your own happiness."
Xia Qingqian thought to herself: Do they really have some unavoidable reason? As parents, did they never consider where their son's heart truly lies?
