Qin Xu leaned against the door frame and stared at her for a long time. His eyes were red, and he knelt down before her, lowering his head and not daring to look at her anymore.
He didn't know why this was happening.
How could it be "him" who caused the Qin family's misfortune and led to his sister's death?
Thinking of Qin Yue, his tears flowed even more fiercely. He clenched his fists tightly and kept apologizing to the person in front of him.
Qin's mother saw the farce online.
Regardless of whether Qin Xu had a change of heart and cleared everything up, or what the reason was, what she cared about was that Qin Xu had finally cleared her daughter's name.
As for forgiveness?
I will never forgive him, not even until I die.
Qin's mother's gaze shifted downwards, landing on his wrist wrapped in bandages.
He could die a hundred or a thousand times and still not bring her daughter back.
Qin's mother squatted down, just like when Qin Xu first entered the Qin family, and gently patted his head to soothe his uneasy emotions.
Qin Xu was startled, then suddenly looked up at her with hopeful eyes.
She was his only family member in the world.
After twenty years of mother-son relationship, she will forgive herself, right?
He was only thinking about getting forgiveness, but he ignored the coldness in her eyes.
Qin's mother simply asked, "Do you have time later?"
"Yes." Qin Xu nodded repeatedly.
"Come with me to see your sister and your father."
His nose tingled, and he said "okay" with a sob in his voice.
Qin's mother changed into a proper outfit, making sure she looked neat and tidy, so she could see her daughter and husband in her best condition.
She calmly took Qin Xu to buy flowers and also bought the fruits that Qin Yue usually liked to eat.
Once outside the cemetery, Qin Xu dared not go any further.
He still couldn't accept the fact that his sister was dead.
Qin's mother seemed oblivious and continued walking forward on her own.
Qin Xu closed his eyes, forcing back the tears, and followed behind her.
The two stopped in front of a tombstone.
Qin's mother stroked the photo of her daughter, speaking softly to the person beside her.
"Your sister is lying here, the person who loves you most in the world."
"I'm sorry..." he said, his expression pained, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Even if you say sorry a thousand times, it won't make up for anything. Don't even think about getting anyone's forgiveness. No one will forgive you. I won't, and your deceased sister certainly won't."
If you're afraid of death, then stop putting on this pretentious act of feigned concern and continuing to deceive yourself, clinging to life in vain.
Qin's mother's gaze, as empty and devoid of any substance as a dry well, was fixed on him.
"If you truly feel sorry for your sister, then die a painful death as atonement and go to her to repent."
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