Mu Xiaocheng stood in front of Meng Xunqian, tilted her head up, and met his eyes.
My brother has very beautiful eyes.
Their jet-black eyes gleamed like obsidian, and there was light within them.
Mu Xiaocheng bit her lip, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I've grown up now. I know what to do and what is right and wrong."
"but……"
She choked up as she said this.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Meng Xunqian knew that she must be feeling very confused and upset.
Therefore, I choose to say nothing.
He would support whatever decision she made or what she wanted to do.
Because he's her brother.
Meng Xunqian pulled the girl into his arms, patted her back gently, and said in a warm voice, "It's okay. This matter is no longer about right or wrong. Whatever you want to do, I will support you."
Mu Xiaocheng didn't speak, but held back her tears, sniffed, and nodded heavily.
It is now the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month.
In a few days, it will be the 30th.
But the weather hasn't been very good these past few days.
It was unusually cold, a light rain began to fall, and the air was exceptionally humid.
When Mu Xiaocheng and Meng Xunqian entered the living room, Zhou Ningyi was knitting a scarf.
There was an electric heater in front of her, used for heating.
Zhou Ningyi's attire and clothing were the same as before, nothing special, but she looked a little unwell.
When she saw Mu Xiaocheng, a big smile spread across her face, still as loving and warm as ever.
You're back?
Zhou Ningyi put down the unfinished scarf she was knitting, stood up, and asked with concern, as always, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I'll make you something."
Mu Xiaocheng shook her head.
Faced with Zhou Ningyi at this moment, Mu Xiaocheng really didn't know what to say.
There are some things she just can't bring herself to say to her family members she's known for over a decade.
Meng Xunqian patted her shoulder and said softly, "I'll wait for you outside. You two can talk it over."
Mu Xiaocheng nodded without saying a word.
Mu Xiaocheng approached Zhou Ningyi only after Meng Xunqian left.
"Speak."
She uttered two words indifferently, her face expressionless.
Zhou Ningyi lowered her eyes and slowly sat down on the sofa.
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she said softly, "Actually, I had long expected that you would one day find out the whole truth."
"But I never expected this day to come so soon."
Hearing her say that, Mu Xiaocheng snorted coldly: "If I hadn't found out myself, you would have kept it from me for the rest of your life, making me feel grateful to the person who killed my mother for the rest of my life. Can your conscience really live with that?"
When Zhou Ningyi heard Mu Xiaocheng say this, a bitter smile spread across her lips, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"sorry."
She said in a low voice.
Hearing her say "I'm sorry," Mu Xiaocheng's eyes reddened.
At that moment, what she feared most was hearing "I'm sorry."
If she said sorry, it means that Zhou Ningshuang was not lying, and that everything was true.
Mu Xiaocheng fought back tears, her voice hoarse: "What's the use of saying sorry?"
"My mother's death, my dark childhood, are all your fault. Is an apology enough for you?"
Zhou Ningyi fell silent.
She knew that Xiao Cheng must hate her right now.
But the child still cherishes family ties and remembers the kindness she had shown her in the past.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to find her alone.
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