Seeing Xiao's father and mother again, she never thought it would be in this way.
Xiao's father and mother were still sitting on the sofa in the living room. When Xia Chuqing pushed the door open and came in, Shen Chi patted her on the shoulder and walked out.
There was no one else left here, only them.
Xiao's mother buried her head in her hands, Xia Chuqing couldn't see her expression, but she knew they must be in great pain.
No one was in more pain than her, except perhaps them.
Xiao's father raised his head to look at Xia Chuqing but didn't speak for a long time.
Xia Chuqing lowered her head and confessed, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry, really sorry, it was my fault that he died."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Xiao's father said in a deep voice, his throat hoarse and choked with emotion.
