Mu Xiaocheng remained silent.
The hands hanging at the sides gradually clenched.
She really wanted to say no.
In her mind, her aunt was not that kind of person.
She never imagined that her aunt, who had always been the one who loved her the most, would become the murderer of her mother.
How ironic and ridiculous.
She didn't know what to do, but a voice inside her kept telling her that her aunt wasn't like that, that she had changed for the better, and that she should be forgiven.
How could such a thing be forgiven so easily?
If Mu's father knew the truth...
Mu Xiaocheng dared not think any further.
She raised her chin, trying to make herself appear as if everything was fine, without any soft heart or distress.
"I'm asking you, Zhou Ningyi."
The moment the name "Zhou Ningyi" was uttered, the person standing opposite was completely stunned.
Zhou Ningyi clenched her teeth, her eyes red, and after a long silence, she finally said, "No, child."
"From the moment I regretted it, I was no longer afraid of you finding out the truth."
“I have lived my whole life in self-blame and guilt. I was wrong, but I never thought of stopping you from investigating your mother’s death.”
Mu Xiaocheng suddenly felt a sense of relief.
She had been waiting for a long time, and it seemed that this was exactly what she had been waiting for.
These words made her realize that Zhou Ningyi wasn't actually that bad.
She took care of her and treated her like her own daughter.
Whether out of guilt or for some other reason, she accepted her kindness.
Seeing that Mu Xiaocheng remained silent, Zhou Ningyi said weakly, "I will turn myself in."
“I will explain everything to the police in detail. I will atone for the sins I committed.”
"I only hope, child, that you won't hate me."
Don't hate?
How could I not hate it?
But Zhou Ningyi was still her family, and even her hatred was mixed with that pitiful love.
"Auntie."
Mu Xiaocheng suddenly spoke up, looking at her with teary eyes.
His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tears.
"Thank you for taking care of me for the past fifteen years."
"You made up for the fifteen years of maternal love I had, you don't owe me anything. What you owe is my mother's life."
"I hope you can keep your word."
After saying that, Mu Xiaocheng turned around and walked quickly toward the door, almost as if she were running away.
"Little Orange".
Zhou Ningyi suddenly called out to Mu Xiaocheng.
Mu Xiaocheng paused, but did not turn around.
Zhou Ningyi watched her retreating figure and said slowly, "Child, I'm sorry, because of me, I've given you many bad memories."
Mu Xiaocheng didn't say anything, forcing back her tears, and left.
It was drizzling outside. When Meng Xunqian saw her come out, he quickly opened his umbrella and chased after her.
"Has everything been explained clearly?"
Meng Xunqian's voice was low, tinged with weariness.
Mu Xiaocheng nodded and casually wiped away her tears.
"elder brother."
“I really don’t know what to do. If I just forgive her like this, it’s not fair to my mother or Mu’s father. After all, she made a mistake. In this world, mistakes should be punished, especially such a big one.”
"But I can't bear to do it. After all, she took care of me for fifteen years, like my mother, giving me companionship and affection."
"I don't know what to choose."
Mu Xiaocheng was already crying.
She could only confide in Meng Xunqian; at that moment, only her brother understood her feelings.
Holding up his umbrella, Meng Xunqian said calmly, "So, she must have made the choice for you."
"Chengcheng, she won't make things difficult for you."
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